Morning run

Dominic — Wed, 17 Oct 2007 06:49:00 -0500

As I step outside, a momentary chill envelops me. I shiver once, lock the door, and stride purposefully toward my mount.

I turn the ignition, and the big cruiser springs to life with a growl. After a few seconds of rough idling, she settles in to a low rumble.

I stretch, and finish putting on my helmet and gloves as I watch the fog swirl in the triple beams of my headlights.

First gear. I slowly roll through the fog, leaving swirling trails of emptyness behind me. The fog is so thick, I can’t hear the engine echoing off the buildings - I might as well be in the middle of nowhere. Silence and dark all around me, as I glide through the dark, an island of light.

I twist the throttle, and the powerful engine snarls as I accelerate away. I work my way through the gears, moving along like a rocket - pointed on one end, red glow from the taillights behind me.

I pull over at a gas station to fill up - even as I’m standing there under the bright lights, it feels like I’m alone out there.

I merge onto the highway and into traffic. The fog has lifted in a tunnel-shape that follows the highway… I suppose enough cars go by to continually fight it back.

I drop back into the thickness of the fog as I exit the highway. In a split second, I go from almost no fog and light to pea soup and darkness. Once again, I am a rocket, roaring through the dark.

I pull into the parking lot, and let her idle for a few minutes. The tendrils of fog caress the headlights, as if they are calling out to the machine….

“Come run with us… run….”

"Morning run" by Rebecca

Wed, 17 Oct 2007 15:02:32 -0500

Dude, when did you learn how to write like this? Nicely done. I felt what you wrote.

dominic eidson: Morning run

Morning run

"Morning run" by Rebecca