Beautiful weather continues.
Well, it is supposed to rain/snow tomorrow, but still be 40 degrees. I think that I am okay with that. Next week it will return to sunny skies and memories of summer. I absolutely love it.
I dream of being on the back of a motorcycle, the wind trashing my hair, but enjoying the ride. I remember going back to Salina, one time, with my friend, David. My car (ford tempo--long story) had died in my parking lot months before and so I relied on David to get me to Salina. He showed up at my apartment at 11:30 at night. I had my doubts about this trip actually happening. It had rained, a lot, and so I would have understood had he not shown up, or so I say now. At the time, I wasn't nearly as understanding.
Nevertheless, the next morning we rode back to Manhattan on all of the back roads since he had only one helmet. I remember showing up at his brother's place and looking like someone had dragged me in. I was covered with dust, bug guts and my hair was huge. I couldn't get my hand through it, but I had a blast. Thankfully, his brother lent him his car and we drove the rest of the way in a vehicle.
There is something about a motorcycle ride that makes me dream of summer, possibility and travel. Or maybe, I always dream of travel, possibility and sunshine. I think it is more the latter.