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was midnight when I finally went out for a ride on my motorcycle.
The road was dark and seemed to absorb the light from the
full moon that shone brilliantly above. The road was laid
out before me like a black ribbon that wound it’s way
through the desert canyons. A single
headlight illuminated the small orange reflectors in the
middle of the road, they guided me down the asphalt and
deeper into the darkness, with each crack of the throttle
I continued on into the night.
As I made my way away from the city, the
sky cleared and the stars above seemed to come alive. Back
on earth, my headlight would illuminate each insect as they
passed by either side of my head. It reminded me of simpler
times when I would lay down in a field with my family and
watch the meteor showers.
This was the ride that I always dreamt
of, when everything came together for a few brief moments.
As each mile ticked away on the odometer, the reality and
obligations of life passed away. There was no destination,
no friends to meet up and no time table that had to be kept.
It was simply…
The ride.
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