Broad Bold Strokes
It caught my eye as I zoomed past it, on the steep and fast switchbacks at the bottom of the trail. My mind sorted out what it was and I thought to myself, go back and pick it up. Putting on the brakes, I turned and looked along the ground until I found it. Although not old, it was worked and it spoke to me as if it belonged to the ancients. It was simply a piece of yucca stem, chopped off with an even cut and then frayed carefully at the other end.
With it, I will paint my future in broad, bold strokes.