the frame

North of Rio Grande City/Roma, Texas.

 

On the bike, my focus narrows enough that I begin to discover reality. Thoughts pass alongside cars, emotions spin upon my wheels, and time crawls with the sun.

 

Here, I watched a car pull through the frame and disappear with little more than a kick of dust. It was there, and then it wasn't. For a fleeting moment, that was my life.

 

Weird shit happens on the road. When I'm not coming across roadkill, I'm coming across something even more gruesome: insight.

 

I had as much to say in an early note to myself:

 

"It's when you get off the bike that the shape of life regains old form."

Done