Lazy

In motion on a Summer's day: this afternoon I weaved down single lane roads while grass glowed in the sunshine.




It was the first day of the new year. I sat for a time by a river which, like my ride, rolled slowly and lazily in the heat.




I sat in dry places also.




And in time the evening came to cool the road and frame boulders in shadow.




But I was thirsty for sunshine, and even the dying day was generous.




This song and others echoed in my mind as I gently banked my motorcycle, languorously, through empty corners where sunlight gave life to passing clouds of dust.