Passion

Layne Gneiting - Mesa, AZ

Passion
All the world slumbers, except you. Wheeling onto the quiet road you caress her again, reveling in this realized fantasy. How many ever live their dream? You grin. Most people call her a bicycle, but you know the truth. She’s a freedom machine. Over the open road you ride, exulting in self-propelled freedom, hearing nothing but the soft hum of tires on asphalt, a laughing brook, and your own liberated thoughts. It isn’t just riding, but exploring that excites you. Every hill unveils new vistas. Every town, a new friend. And on you ride, captivated by mountain grandeur looming ahead. It’ll grind your gears and tax every ounce of stamina and strength to conquer that climb. But why not? We don’t fully appreciate the views until we earn them. So up, up, up you climb, not hellbent on reaching the top, but on awakening. You may never ride this road again. Ever. And you vowed months earlier if you succumbed to this adventure’s allure, you would bathe fully--naked and unrestrained--in every drop of sweat, in every pristine view. So you eagerly pull to the cliff side, pull out your camera and journal, and capture the stunning landscape. And ride. Glowing with sweat you eventually crest the summit. A surge of triumph belts to the vaulted skies, and unrestrained fists stab the air. Victory! For one valiant instant you melt into God, the universe, and all of creation. And they wonder why you ride.
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