I found the election and worries about the future clouded my thoughts Wednesday. I had nothing but repetitive paperwork to do all day at the office that left at least part of my brain free to dwell on the losses and what they might mean. My ride home was offered no respite until I decided to take a detour on Bicycle John’s Art Trail. Before I knew it I was lost in John’s linear wonderland. There were a couple new things to look at and I noticed a recurring theme I missed in the past.