Travel is a window for some, a mirror for others.
In the best of compromises, it is a reflective view port through which one captures memories by introspection. For me through most of this trip, like many trips before, seeing the world from the unbounded prow of a motorcycle cutting its swath through an ocean of air, and feeling the wake of that invisible passage, has turned my thoughts to the to the flow of circumstances that place us each where we are. No one mentally capable of riding a motorcycle could possibly ride this particular route without thinking beyond the immediate. Warm sun at your back on a cool high mountain morning. A two lane path of paved pleasure tenaciously grasping the rise and twist of the terrain racing before you.