One with the machine

Today was one of those days. Those days when things just keep getting thrown at you. Things wind up stacking up in your head like the windows on the screen as you try to dispatch all the interruptions.When I went to work I rode to the office in a bare drizzle. At lunch I wandered down to The Market to pick up some tea from the tea mongers at Perennial Tea Room. (What is someone who sells tea called?) I walked back to the office in an overcast that looked like it might spit at you at any moment.Eventually I left in what had turned into a bright sunshiny afternoon.Normally I'm riding my bike.Today things just morphed a bit.It felt like I was just floating down the road. My eyes set on wide angle instead of focused intently ahead. I was aware of my vulnerability looking at everyone else in their rolling boxes. I was both aware of that as I was just feeling alive.It was as though the bike lent me some of her strength.The stress of the day somehow melted away as the notion of the motorcycle as transportation melted away in a blur of the cityscape. The idea transformed into a simple oneness with the machine.And life is good.