Feet up Flying low
Between the Sky and the Earth
The Speed is the Rush
Between the Sky and the Earth
The Speed is the Rush
The road wound down toward the river. The bike was beginning to warm up as he shot across the bridge, and up the hill to the highway. Downshifting, and leaning into the turn he entered the high road. It was clear ahead, and he was unable to resist the urge to twist the throttle open. The rumble at his heals became a snarl and then a roar as he kicked through the gears. To the right he noticed the lonely tombstones on a hill.
The thought came to him, as it had at times before, was this the time? Did one know somehow, when it would happen? Or was it always a surprise.
Downshifting, he heard the tire bark as he laid the bike over into the turn. Now the front end lightened as he kicked thought the gears again. The country road was clear also, as the wind drowned out the roar. More turns, more shifts, and at last, the slow ride in.
Not today.
3 comments:
nice. I like this. the way the verse mixes with the essay is cool and seems to fit subject matter well. the rush/motion vs thoughtfulness
After what we witnessed a few weeks ago, this gave me chills.
I really really like this. Mixes thoughts well with the action.
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