This Morning

Some mornings are just better than others for a motorcycle ride. The heated grips contrasting with the cold air… The hints of autumn in the air that snakes around the bike’s cafe fairing and through my mesh jacket… The mornings growing darker and being punctuated by street and porch lights… The still quiet of a town not yet awake, my exhaust is quiet and lets them rest… I slip by, unnoticed. Scents waft through my helmet as I ride the length of the town, and I’m convinced mornings smell different than the rest of the day.

Today’s going to be a good day.

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