Slice of life – 3/9/09 (Monday)

I smell smoke. There must be a fire somewhere. I scan the horizon. No evident smoke trails.

The smell is gone, followed by orange blossoms. They’re pervasive this time of year and within seconds the air temperature cools significantly. I’m passing by an orange grove on my way to the highway.

I feel cool air sneaking through the zipper seams on my jacket, around my ankles and wrists.

I move the my motorcycle side to side on the road, as if weaving through cones, refamiliarizing myself with the feel – and just having some fun. It’s been a long time, my friend.

I stop at the red light before turning onto the freeway onramp. Green light. Throttle open. And the power moves me down the road to work, smile on my face.

I love this.