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
thank YOU, Jason!
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HI Fuzz, I'm a little slow on the bolg these days. Your posts always inspire me. Your cardboard castle immediately made me think of "The Glass Castle" and "Half Broke Horses" by Jeannette Walls. Not the same thing but a great read.
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