Motorcycle Diary #2

The unseasonably warm evening air, perfect for my new romance with
LA. There are moments, nearly scraping by a bus, then everything is
suddenly falls into place. My body moves as one with the
motorcycle. I no longer resist, but let my body lead, feeling the
pull of gravity on my weightlessness. Without effort I move forward
and emerge from the clouds of doubt into clarity. It is not escape,
but sticking on the journey. With faith, I maneuver between the SUVs
and Mini Coopers, agile and outside the lines, creating your own path
-- solid, secure, visible to me alone. I am suddenly aware of the
smile on my face, a smile that radiates to my toes and all around me
as I climb off the motorcycle and remove my helmet. Even my walk
has new purpose, new grace as I emerge on the other side.