The ugly cold of winter has set upon our souls in Western, New York as can be witnessed by the dull gray sky which will not return blue until the flowers bloom. It has been two months since I rode my cycle and I have wrestled guilt and have been beaten senseless by life’s ugly calendar. Time has disappeared without my consent and when I woke up summer was gone and fall was in the rear view mirror.
Winter has a prison like somber feel but today we broke free from the chains of our torment and let loose our engines to tread upon the paved cold road.
I knew I had a good ride because I did not know how cold I was until I got home and found that I could not feel my toes. As I ponder my life, I have found that a simple ride will always bring a smile upon my face and lighten the load that will at times burden my mind with worry. The ride sets us free and I only wish I could do it more often.
Seize the moment!