Bathed in Wind and Light
The scooter is the lightest it will be all year. The first rides after removing the winter protection from the scooter. The machine feels as if it’s floating over the road, nimbly dodging patches of gravel and pavement holes and cracks from a too harsh winter. And with it all goes a lightness of being that’s nearly beyond description. How do you tell someone of a smile wrapped around a heartache fired by a sense of freedom felt while bathed in wind and light.
I no longer manufacture reasons to ride. More often than not I say to my wife, “I’m going for a scooter ride.” She understands that I get something from them even if she can’t experience the feelings first hand. The rides of early spring bring a new optimism and hope for better things ahead. Winter quickly burns from memory as the scooter travels through a complex mix of birdsong, fragrances of flowers and moist earth.
Astonishment rides along with me as I drink in the spring.
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