Saturday, July 31, 2010
On summer nights, after the sun has surrendered its place in the sky to the other stars and it begins to cool; I find myself wishing for a motorcycle. Something to climb aboard and circle Fort Worth on and around 820. Foolhardy maybe, especially on weekend nights. Nights that are filled with people who are likely to be imbibing and children turned loose by fretful parents and busting out with emotions of liberating exuberance, and are dangerous behind the wheel. Despite all this, I can feel this wistfulness in me. A flick of the wrist and I, like a teenager, wish to feel, once again, the liberating emotions of freedom. Maybe just a jeep, then.