Another beautiful night... driving up the canyon there weren't a lot of cars. Waiting my turn at the four-way, I proceeded at the same time that Jon Anderson started singing,
"I awoke this morning
Love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream
Bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
Sound did silence me
Leaving no trace.
I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories.
Beg to hear your wonderous stories."
Well you know me... the thought of love laying me down ANYWHERE revved me up a bit. As I always do, when the adrenaline surges (either from a dreamy whim or soul-shaking song), my foot hit the gas a little harder. I tore the hill up pretty quickly only to find myself once again, behind the same damn motorcyle that held me back before.
Fortunately, those beautiful hills in the fading light called me. All I could imagine was how wonderful it must be to feel the wind in your face as you openly ascend through that beauty. Of course he couldn't hear the YES that I could, but what he heard, and what echoed through my heart was what my soul (and I'm guessing his) really needed to hear.
Thank you, Mr. Motorcycle Stranger. Namaste.
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