Light dances when you're on a motorcycle. Ever noticed that?
After my personal victory of actually riding a motorcycle for the first time, I figured I'd earned the opportunity to decide which way we went home. Having ditched the helmet for my second ride because it got in the way of me being able to see around me, we set off down Westlake Drive, a windy, hilly road that I've driven thousands of times.
Coming up a hill beside the house I grew up in, the world shifted. Curves that I know like the back of my hand took on a whole new appearance. Trees I had never noticed showed shapes that I had never seen before. Colors became deeper and more vibrant. Light and shadows danced in patterns that were foreign and tantalizing. Awareness of the shifting universe fought for attention with my not-quite-unease on the bike. We made it home before I was ready.
I knew then that I was entranced and wanted more.
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