04 july 2016

the open road is addicting. every curve that pulls away ahead of me promises something new.

i can feel when i drop into the coastal plane because the air feels thick and warm, smothering me inside of my helmet. i can feel when i'm pushing into the mountains when a line of cold creeps in over my wrists near the foothills.

sometimes i worry that i'll never want to go home; sometimes, when i've been gone for long, i ache to rond the corner and see the skyline open up into that familiar river valley i've seen for the last decade.