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Storm fronts impending, spidery isobars crawling over the weather maps, but not yet arrived and in the interim the gift of a bright clear day. Not a time for asking questions, stuck indoors tomorrow, get outside today.

Fifty miles an hour, motorcycle zipping along, engine happy to be going this or any other speed.

Today, the ride needed not just for pleasure, also for uninterrupted unpressured time. A lot to digest. A regular visit to a fading once vigorous father, reminder that things eventually end. Then a deluge of family stuff. First a nephew’s new baby, all going well. Next, a niece’s wedding plans, the announcement having no reason to cause surprise but nevertheless somehow doing so, as always seems to be the case. Next, another nephew, turns out his ex girlfriend has just given birth to his son, family ructions ensuing.

Motorcycle humming sweetly, balm for the little shaking shocks of shifting personal tectonics. Woven into the new, the complexities of your own responses, further compounded by everyone else’s. A mishmash.

One new thing alone, enough to change everything even if only slightly, three together, you need to take some time out to get your bearings.

Strange also how nothing seems to change much, and then when it does it changes big. All these people, known them for years, part of mind’s formation, previously thought to be a small part, well, small maybe, but significant too, it turns out. Such a refreshing discovery.

The patterns in this rich raw fabric slowly taking shape, simmered to clarity in motorcycle solitude. Behind the visor, smiling, must have been doing so for some time, facial muscles slightly aching, wow, how great to be alive, these things happening of their own volition to enrich the world. A chaotic dynamic not unlike burning along on a motorcycle, never sure what will happen next but sure that something will.