A quiet morning.
The sun eases over the pines.
Finally, it is cool.
The dawn’s humidity is felt.
I am open.
I move in long, straight, determined lines towards the promised end of the rainbow.
Somewhere in the distance a rendezvous awaits.
The day’s labors come and go effortlessly.
This lump of metal spins freely as it is want to do.
Its fiery hum will push out anxiety.
A soul will rest.
The light shines in.
"Hear me, dear friends. This is the motorcycle, the bringer of joy." - Fuzzygalore
Inspired by Fuzzy's post "Be an evangelist for the church of the motorcycle".
Thanks Fuzz, I love your blog!
- Ride North