nostalgia
winter comes! and it brings back memories. i was just getting good at motorcycling about this time last year. in any case, i remember:
stepping into the morning sun, smelling the crisp winter air, crunching the grass as i cut the lawn to walk to my bike. i start up the motorcycle, carefully adjust the choke and set about gearing myself up. parents sit in cars around me, engines running to warm up the heater so that the kids won’t have to ride to school in the cold. their exhaust is strong but not particularly unpleasant. my complaining engine beckons me to adjust the choke. i velcro the straps on my gloves and scrape the ice off my seat, close my visor but for a crack and set off on my forty five minute drive to work.
