Something SWMBO wrote after a nice ride we had the other day. I liked it and thought I'd share.
here so close staring blankly into the reflection of the road behind me so far away. its so quiet inside my helmet, here only with my thoughts. meditating, flying, 70 miles an hour, serenenity is so tangiable sometimes. the solw rumble of the engine cuts our trail in space. connected to the earth only by two fleeting traces, now so distant. miles behind where weve been. forty degrees might be cold, so far away lost in the depths of my thoughts i can only feel my deep cleansing breaths. its truly liberating. classes, time, responsibility so far away now. we'll go back later, back to the necessary. here only with our desert island floating in the vast nothingness of the fog. relaxed, floating. i always imagined that i would feel lonley here, locked up without any walls, left here olny with the thoughts and regrets that await me. no wonder he is so addicted. soon we'll stop for our chilled bodies, a nice coffee, then its back from the ephimerial.too bad this time we'll have to take the exit back to life. too bad the good days are always shorter than the rest.
here so close staring blankly into the reflection of the road behind me so far away. its so quiet inside my helmet, here only with my thoughts. meditating, flying, 70 miles an hour, serenenity is so tangiable sometimes. the solw rumble of the engine cuts our trail in space. connected to the earth only by two fleeting traces, now so distant. miles behind where weve been. forty degrees might be cold, so far away lost in the depths of my thoughts i can only feel my deep cleansing breaths. its truly liberating. classes, time, responsibility so far away now. we'll go back later, back to the necessary. here only with our desert island floating in the vast nothingness of the fog. relaxed, floating. i always imagined that i would feel lonley here, locked up without any walls, left here olny with the thoughts and regrets that await me. no wonder he is so addicted. soon we'll stop for our chilled bodies, a nice coffee, then its back from the ephimerial.too bad this time we'll have to take the exit back to life. too bad the good days are always shorter than the rest.
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