A cloudless sky beckons me from a morning slumber. Anticipating the day, I hurry my mate to move along. A touch of a button and thunder fills my ears. Once on the road I look to the sky. A song from a long-forgotten time resonates in my mind. A song that, all too well, fits the mood.
By afternoon the flat bottom puffs float slowly overhead. Suspended on the ocean we live in. Mile after tranquil mile I breathe. No elixir, drug, nor hypnotic trance could put me in the mental state I now embrace.
We explore nothing in particular and find treasure in each other’s company. The road ahead and all that surrounds you, tell a story… if you listen.
I am on my bike with the woman I love.
Long Lonesome Highway 