Intertwined Pathways...

Turning my back to the live band, the smoke, and the desperation, the silence struck me amazingly as I stepped off the pub’s front step.

I breathed in deep and smelt the warmth escaping from the city sidewalks and roadways still warm from the daylight hours though it was pushing midnight.

I dangled my helmet from its chin strap and allowed it to tap against my leg as I walked pointlessly up the hill towards where my motorcycle sat, waiting. My jacket slung over my shoulder grasped by the collar.

Reaching the bike I placed my helmet and jacket on the sidewalk and set the choke, voltage advance, and throttle and took note of the Harley still being warm near the cylinders after two hours of pub-front parking. Three kicks to prime – one to start. The rumble was passionate when resonated from the city’s high walls and car-less streets.

I secured my gear and mounted.

The road was wide open and vehicles were few. The meditations were powerful and the outcome to be determined. The highway winds slipped through the cuffs of my jacket and a delicate chill waylaid me.

Our pathways are absolutely all intertwined;
We simply pass through their common points at different times.