A centrifugal force of gratitude builds a gracious planet.

“Would you like me to take your picture together?” A voice from behind as I square up to take Cali’s photo with our bikes.

A Sunday ride around Wheedon Island. The humidity is Floridian thick. The water warmer than normal, but clear, tinted greens with sandy browns. Calm. People fishing on the wooden pier we’re posing at the front. Their cast and bait show they aren’t serious about catching fish. Bright sun. Salty bay air. Kayakers below letting into the inter-coastal ways that feature thick low hanging mangroves for miles. The tide is up. And the gentleman offering to get my husband and I in the same shot is kind.

“Oh sure! Thank you.” I glance at Cali. It’s his phone.

“Thanks, man. That would be great.” I hand an obvious kayaker the phone for our photo.

“Great day. Now smile. Look like your having fun, because you are!” Such a positive guy.

We smile. He takes a few photos to make sure there’s one good one. “There you go!” He hands the phone to Cali.

“Thank you. We appreciate that!”

“I’m a viking! It’s what we do. We’re letting in our viking ships.” He points down to the lower pier qued with kayakers balancing single and double kayaks of primary colors. His wife smiles and waves. She’s…