We flew into our new house all fury and new ideas and then I walked down the gate and flew home, flew through new conversations with the oldest friend, through the night with my parents in the living room-- dad in and out of sleep in his chair while mom and I went and went, across the state on my bike with the boys, back to husband and through a week of taping, priming, painting, and then we climbed our bicycles for the longest ride on the longest day and we really flew around the state, into Montana and along the Bull River.  We stopped, too.  For my front flat and for my chain, twice.  We became friends with the bike mechanic in between our flying and when we finally saw town again, we soared.