Night ride

The dark street reveals nothing of its secrets. Bump, crevasse and gravel, underfoot as I glide over without caution. Soon, the highway opens its dead form, and envelops me along its straight and narrow. Entrancing rhythms of the road resonate their melodies, a tango of shadows dances to it between the white painted dashes. All slows down as I hold open the throttle, my eyes an empty gaze ahead. A tranquil scene of majestic motorised movement.