I watch and realize I have forgotten how to walk.

In my cafe, there is serenity in the cacophony for everyone willing to walk through the door.

I wish I had been riding for all the years between the southern coast of Portugal and the northern coast of Oregon. Not necessarily because I’d have lived a happier life (maybe I would, maybe I wouldn’t), but because I would likely have found sooner the correlation about envisioning success and consistent maintenance.

I’m not a big fan of metaphors, but I admit I kind of like this one. Primarily because it is both a metaphor and a … phor?

Freedom and a state of relaxed happiness is achievable through envisioning success and consistent maintenance. And I’m increasingly sure that applies to more than just motorcycles.