Tribe

Today on the creek path, I passed another cyclist. He was bearded, and pulling a bike trailer with a baby in it. Like me, he was dressed for work, with one pants leg cuffed and a helmet on. We nodded to each other and I felt a flash of recognition: I thought--right there is my people. Northern California, thank you for being you, all of you bike-commuters, beard-sporters, organic-produce-growers, yoga-practicers, local-business-supporters, homemade-gift-givers, ecology-protectors, food-and-wine-makers: I am home.