Quote: New York State Of Mind ...and I feel like a kid at Christmas New York State of Mind...
Chris, I see you have similiar feelings. Thinking about the pending ride to Canandaigua is indeed enough to bring on long lost feelings of childhood Christmas. Like waking in the middle of the night, walking to the fridge, realizing the ride has not started and that nothing more is required except for the day to arrive and to go back to bed and get some sleep. Drifting into slumber as visions of a pastel morning, dawning into an endless sky, with butterflies lighting upon the stamens of time dance in our heads. Endless fields of rolling pasture awaits the iron steed. The journey elicits those feelings of the first day in a new school grade. New folks to meet in places never traversed. Riding into and through the cloud at the edge of town. Rolling through the looking glass. Wafting in through the out door.
Not a day passes that memories of past journeys have not spoken softly to me. Let each of us take the time to ride in the wind. Listen to our hearts. Hear the words spoken by our ancestors. Live in freedom relish the time on two wheels. Days of future past await us all.
Eleven more nights of psychedelic dreams. 11 lifetimes to wait…
