While taking a leisurely ride today I was reminded how different things are atop two wheels.
The unnoticed lilacs smell heavenly. The tiny dead frog has the scent gland of an eroding elephant. The lazy dog meandering in the ditch is suddenly a potential death threat.
Someone cut their grass today and someone fertilized their field.
Bugs are huge at 55, bigger at 80. A single gesture means comrodery. Bent and up means right.
Its ok to use all the gears – often. The air can be crisp at 70. Leather is good in all weather.
Atop two wheels my senses come to life, my soul becomes still, while my spirit soars and my inner child begs to be noticed.
Its not flying – but its close…
Wizard Wisdom 101