I’m that dog, quiet, aware, and letting the day wash over me.  Except I don’t have to lay on the concrete.  And I can enjoy a breakfast sandwich and juice at the local Starbucks.  I don’t know this dog, he doesn’t know me, but we passed time quietly this morning in the same space.  Not sure how he arrived but I was delivered on a Vespa.

The morning was unplanned and as opportunities presented themselves the Vespa responded.  Farm lanes often lead to interesting landscapes, opportunities to observe and wonder.

I’ve photographed this tree many times over the past 35 years — marking time and change.  Someday I made walk up to it and introduce myself.

The morning started as usual with Junior and I greeting the day.  He’s learned that the scooter signals my departure and a guilt driven presentation of a Milkbone.  He seems satisfied with the arrangement.

State College is quiet on Sunday morning.  No other motorcycles to deal with and traffic is light.  Short trips into town, trips I have been making for decades still intrigue me.  There is always something to look at.  I still love the way things glow early on a sunny day.

Back on the road, a stop to dream about travel and riding and destinations too far.  For today I’m happy with the short ride through the central Pennsylvania landscape.  I have plans for the garden today so the Vespa can wait for another time.