Invisible Power

As if propelled by some magical invisible power I find myself once again staring at my scooter in the snow. A vaguely familiar frigid ritual that often I don’t understand. It’s cold, 16F when this photograph was made, and my mind is relaxed in a manner difficult to access while sitting at home warm and cozy.

I’ve often wondered whether the physical challenge that comes with enduring the cold and managing the enhanced risks of riding below the freezing mark somehow ignites a flame that has no equal in any other aspect of my life.

A frigid ritual of which the rewards far outweigh the risks.

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