To feel the wind slide across my face like cool satin or
lacquered lace…
To taste the refreshingly brackish droplets that sneak to
the corners of my lips…
To recognize the impact that the slightest muscular
adjustment – the excess tension in the shoulders that needs relaxation, the dull
ache in the arms from supported the upper body, the slack of the abdominals
tighten to curl the back just enough - makes in comfort and efficiency…
To see just that open
stretch of road, whether it’s the obscured windings about ever which way with surprises
around every corner or the trustworthy, monotonous linear path full of
expectation of the plain…
It sends my mind a flutter with a desire to be free; a
desire to clip into those pedals and speed past life and take in the world one
frame at a time. Oftentimes it reminds me of hawks gliding with the
wind-current, tweaking the smallest feathers to gently curve into a turn while
they eye their sights on landscape searching.
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