The Reunion

Geoff was at the Central Square in Roanoke at noon.  I wasn't sure how he knew to be there, but I suppose it was meant to be that way.  The sun shone bright through a cloudless sky and struck the edge of the blade in Geoff's hands.  "So it comes to this," I thought.

Startled, I woke up to find the sun shining clear through the blinds of the old Victorian home in Roanoke where I have found my present lodgings.  I remembered that Geoff was scheduled to arrive here this evening.  He would be unarmed, I hope.

Last Saturday when we separated, Geoff and I agreed that we would somehow reunite in a week's time.  Our separate paths were meant to yield separate adventures and so they have.  In the meantime Geoff has had time to rest his knee, which has been bothering him. He's also had a chance to meet with a specialist about the chronic knee issue and has been assured that he can ride on.

At this juncture we plan to spend a week here in Roanoke so that Geoff's knee can fully recuperate and then we will ride West, into the wind.