At the break of dawn
So often the daily buzz of our lives leaves us so few moments to enjoy the small things we love in life. Early this morning, as the sun slowly rose from the east I was able to escape to my two-wheeled utopia. One twist of the wrist broke the quiet morning air and woke a lazy three-legged cat that was resting near a fallen tree by the meadow. The hum of the V or buzz for those in the know, disappeared quickly as I got up to speed on the roundabout onto the freeway. East was my destination, eastward to nowhere at all. The dawns’ brisk and fragrant breeze is comforting like the undeniable aroma of grandma’s fresh baked cookies coming from the oven.
Alone in my solitude and the only sound is the low rumble of my iron steed as I crest another hill and gaze into the distant horizon. The miles flyby quickly and yet time is sitting still for me. I’m in my zone and all is well and it feels good. Eventually, I know I’ll have to make my way back, but not yet…not yet.