Back in the seat.
The glass divide down all the way, let the wind hit the sails of my face. Got the pooch by my side, flying face-first through the world of Man, ears flapping like he never wants to come down.
It’s a steel cage of freedom we ride; smoothly gliding away. The sweet release of departure hangs thickly on my lips. I give a lick and relish the taste of solidarity with my self.
There is behind me. There is ahead of me. But the serene bliss I feel now can only be found in between. I never want to arrive. I never wish to farewell again. I want only to be always in this comfortable state of transition. May this ride never end.
Never end.
