Imagine how each new day begins and ends. Is it different from the ebb and flow of the tides? Not really.
Imagine how we plan our todays and tomorrows. Is it different from the hope and need of the now? Not really.
For the brave, for the true believers, tomorrow is quite real. It is a dream seen and chased. Make it so.
The snow is melting. The birds are singing. The signs of change are everywhere.
We will be riding soon!
Night riding is always interesting. Vision is limited to that which is either artificially illuminated or moonlit. The air is slightly dewey -- perhaps cool.
In the country there is an evening's sense of quiet. In the city there is a syncopated sense of excitement.
Neon colors beam from the nightclub windows. Music pours into the air from a Blues Bar. Further on electronic dance music spills into the night from another doorway.
Yes, the nighttime brings an entirely different if not sensuous world to its riders.
Here is a place we could expect to find during a road trip along Route 66, or better yet, in Cocoa Beach, Florida (original haunt of the early party-animal NASA astronauts).
Either way, a visit to the "Moon Motel," if for nothing more than a coffee and burger, seems worth the trip.
As Jackie Gleason would say, "To the Moon, Alice."
Could I but ride all day and all night to find this moment, I would. Could I but open my eyes and be not where I am (buried in snow and covered in single digit temperatures) but where this light shines, I would.
Alas such travels are for another day, another night. Today has its own demands. They shall be met.
Adventure comes only after deadlines and everyone's needs are met. And then its ride time.
Whether in Santorini, Rome, Nice, Hamilton Harbour, or Arequipa one finds true appeal in the beauty of white structures beneath a blue, blue sky. Add a spash of flora and the effect is deeply rich.
One wants to slowly stroll through such courtyards. Peace resides in such places. Beauty and peace. White on Blue.
The Irish Blessings are known to bring laughter and friendship to those we meet on the way.
And when the moon rises to meet your road, well, I guess you've found your happy place.
As Victor Borge said, "Laughter is the closest distance between two people."
LIght the way for others and you are a beacon.
Given them hope and you are a beacon.
Give them laughter and you are a beacon.
Give them a chance to dream and you are a savior.
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