There is a moment before I press the starter button on the Vespa when everything becomes simple. Even on cold mornings that requires a frustrating amount of time to put on, the moment when the ride begins is a door into a simple place.
Gordon Harkins displays a found object at Saint's Cafe.
Happiness is a strange thing. I've learned over the years that it's not a destination. I've heard stories that it's a state of mind. And others have postulated it to be nothing more than a chemical reaction in our brains resulting in an emotional reaction we collectively label happiness.
Most instructive to me is Thoreau's pondering:
Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder...
The butterfly appears while riding, and I shed the worries of the world and am grounded in the moments flying by on the road.
The past week saw the last of the snow evaporate and temperatures climb close to 60F. I won't be sad to see the cold weather behind and warmer rides the norm. In a few weeks these farm fields will grow green and the winter tires will come off the scooter.
Evenings are still cool but don't limit riding like frigid, sub-freezing ones not so far off. In winter sighting riders is an infrequent occurrence. Standing on the concrete deck of the parking garage I think I saw a butterfly...