Humility
This evening I bowed to the powers of Mother Nature as I rode my motorcycle across town from Beaverton to Northeast Portland where I stowed it away in anticipation of the snow storm that is expected. That was one cold ride.
Although I know that this symbol is for humility, this is also the way I felt once I arrived at my destination. I wanted to curl up into a ball for warmth.
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