The call of the open roads, a city still asleep…

The slow burn as the dawn takes a bow, and sets the stage for another show...

Of curves and straights, and odd complexities of  going under or over…

Of freedom.

Of pain and sweat and sweet victories. Chirping birds and jarring horns...

The familiar silhouette of wagging tails, and jagged paths...

Of people... Strangers or just familiar faces.

Of friends. Same places and faces.

Conversations punctuated with heavy breath.

Of silence amidst noise. Of solitude in crowds. Thoughts meandering in rhythm with the motion, sometimes not…

The brake and breaks. Seeking pleasure  in the usual, which seems same and yet unusual…

Day dreaming, lost and yet aware. Fast and slow. Laughing and cringing…

Gleaming legs and the last leg. It's time to get back to the 'other' life, the other side…

Until, it's back to spinning again.