Winter is on its way out. Yes, it's technically not over until later in March, but here in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, the maple trees are in flower, such as it is, and their red blossoms can be seen adorning the ground beneath their spreading limbs.
The robins have been here for more than a month, plucking annelids from the earth with vigor and choosing nesting materials for the pending amorous season where new young will eventually emerge from vibrant blue shells.
Crocuses have sprung up out of the ground along with a few daffodils and the leaves of Tulips heralding the blooms to come. It is a time of new life.
And I ride through it on a fuel powered steed.
The early light of dawn is my companion on roads with few travelers. It crosses the horizon with fiery hues chasing back the waning night, the moon and a few stars in the western sky fading from view.
It is a time of peace and serenity, broken only by a staccato exhaust note and the whirring of cams and lifters working in harmony. It brings a unique type of focus and well-being that can only be found in the solitude of dawn on a deserted roadway with a motorcycle as a sole companion.
These are the times I am most at peace,
Soon, the spring will come in full force and those who have allowed their metal steeds to rest for the winter will pull them from their coverings and hiding places, ready them for travel, add new fuel, and join myself and those like me who do not believe in a riding season, but until they do, I will relish the moments of serenity at the beginning and end of the day when there is a special peace to be found.
May all who read this be safe, well, and blessed. May the wind ever be at your back and may your wheels never be parallel to the ground.
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