I think heading off down the road at sunrise is the best time on a motorcycle. The road is quiet and traffic is very light. The temperature is pleasant and not too hot. The air is sweet and fresh, and you can’t breath it deep enough. The break of dawn brings the promise of a new day that lies out in front of you, beckoning you to find out what lies around the next bend in the road. Riding across the land, smelling the breakfast cooking at the roadside diner and the fresh tilled earth of a farm field. Watching the world wake up and start its day. Tony took the one below of me one morning as we were heading across the country on our coast-to-coast ride back in 2008.
Our interminable legislative session finally ended at 7am on Wednesday – after a sixty-day regular session, followed by a thirty-day special session, followed by a seven-hour second special session. The zero-sum politics that prevails today made things drag on forever and although we had what I felt was a good compromise to the end of the session, it took way too long and wouldn’t have if folks sat down and worked together to begin with, and it didn’t take a temper tantrum to get a seat at the table. We worked all night and finally passed a budget at 4:45am. We can all go home and get on with our lives now. It’s sunrise. It’s spring.
And what does that mean for me? Who knows. I’ve been thinking about that a lot. What do I do with the second half of my life? I’m gonna start the year with a nice long motorcycle ride, shipping the bike to Texas in a few weeks and riding back through Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, and Arkansas, before heading West through familiar territory and my home states.
Getting up early, hitting the road, watching the sun come up over the land, starting a new day, a new beginning. Maybe this year’s road trip will inspire me to make my fiftieth year a new beginning as well. Inspire me to write more, to create, to change, to evolve. It’s sunrise. It’s spring. It’s my “new year”.