Tuesday, September 4, 2012

The first rite of spring

Today was a glorious day.  Blue sky and sun, a temperate air.  Even as I sit here writing at 1AM the back door beside me is open, and I have just finished a night-time cruise through the city on the Bullet in goggles and a pudding basin helmet, such is the hint of the warmth.  But today's journey was made astride the fast and capable W650.  What a wonderful motorcycle!  Perfect in its power, character, beauty.

  
That photo is just beyond Caveat.  I rode to my favourite places, beyond Highlands, on empty roads past utopian farm houses.


I rode where ever I fancied.


I had no map to guide me as I followed unknown paths down to rivers, creeks and quiet places.


All the while the sunshine was my companion, harbinger of a golden Spring.  Herald of sun-bleached paddocks in Summer.  And of who I am yet to be: may selves in motion that are yet to come.


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  1. SonjaMSeptember 4, 2012 at 4:33 PM

    Sigh! Beautiful. Let the spring begin!

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  2. aoeuSeptember 5, 2012 at 8:41 AM

    Matt, I take it from your ride posts/pics that you have somehow traveled back in time to an era where there aren't many buildings or cars. Photos from colonial days and the old country come to mind.

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