Queenswood Raw.(Full Audio)

Earlier today, I rode out to Cadboro Bay, the wind sharp against me but my recorder steady in my pocket, capturing the quiet moments I didn’t want to forget. I kept my pace gentle, climbing through hills with care, thinking about how rhythm and breath make the ride feel like meditation. As I descended the steep hill where my friend once crashed, I eased the brakes, reminded of how memory shapes caution. At Gordon Point, I paused to photograph a distant tanker, its stillness on the horizon mirroring the calm I felt inside. I passed familiar places—old foraging spots and quiet lanes—each one stirring a small sense of belonging. A runner matched my pace on the final hill, and we moved together in companionable silence, just the sound of a woodpecker overhead. When I reached the beach, the mountains rose clear beyond the tide, and I stood still, knowing this ride had given me more than distance—it had given me peace.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-running-jackal--500980/support.