Under Missoula’s Sky

In Missoula’s embrace, under the brooding sky,
Lies a trail untaken, where my thoughts lie.
A bike rests silently, against nature’s arm,
Echoing my heart’s missed beat, in alarm.

Yesterday’s paths, untraveled, whisper low,
Of stories untold, in the vlog’s absent glow.
The wheels stood still, as did my spirit’s flight,
In the quiet of the Montana night.

Yet, in this stillness, a promise does reside,
Of trails that await, with the morning’s tide.
Though today I sit, with a heavy heart,
Tomorrow’s ride, a new story shall impart.