Twice Told Tales

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Between Sept-Iles and Havre-Saint-Pierre
coastline inlets and bays
scrub-pine fields and rivers to the sea
my spiritual life wanted a blessing
any one of 
diminishing wind 
or warmer air 
or softer rain.
Considering benefit one of only three possibilities 
either calm, warmth, or dry
a spiritual reminder entered in
the fog began to clear
temperature and saturation were unchanged
clarity increased the pleasure of the ride.
Then the road direction shifted and
the head-on wind became a nudge from behind.
I could have wanted
diminishing wind 
or warmer air 
or softer rain 
or a clear visor with a tail wind boost
or any of infinite gains
or knowing not what next to want
realized I lacked attention to the ride.