Standing in the yard with the dogs this morning I could see fog on the mountain. The scooter moves toward it like a compass needle points north. I feel the draw. And I feel the pressure of responsibility to work, or take care of the incessant business of life. A friend suggests I abandon work and go for a ride.
While standing here making the photograph of the road disappearing into the fog I’me struck by how infrequent it is that I feel disconnected from responsibility, free from the thoughts that I need to be somewhere or do something. Riding goes to great lengths to help detach for awhile. I suspect many experience that riding freedom. But I wonder what true freedom feels like. Or even if it exists at all.