Back in the woods on a frost-covered berm,
by the river,
in the mountains,
by the endless steel bands;
a call of what’s wild and what’s machine;
The serpent rides on through dawn, meandering opaque banks,
flowing smalt.
The wild lives on in the night.

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Brian Cray is not a cyclist. He’s not a hitchhiker. He’s not a train hopper or an adrenaline junkie. He’s just an ordinary man with gypsy blood in his veins, who can’t seem to settle down. Nothing defines him. He goes wherever this world takes him on this journey we call life, roaming the world, at will, by any means. He aspires for a life of indefinite travel, a tiny home in the woods for him and his wife, and any work that keeps him wanderin’. Brian Cray is a travel writer at heart, sharing his stories with the world one keystroke at a time.