The motorcycle has been singing out its song of the sirens. Calling. Beckoning. Demanding some attention.
Even though I have visited through the winter, its call gets louder as the days grow longer, when daylight equals and then exceeds the darkness, and temperatures rise.
How long can I delay the gratification? How long will it be before my soul is refreshed in the wind of the highway?–DBrent
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