nice thoughts
walking outside on dewey grass on a chilly morning in late august, with a steaming ceramic mug of black and bitter coffee. pausing to lift the silver rabbit from his outdoor tractor and put him on the grass for the day. he nuzzles my leg. walking out to the garage, smelling the mix of cool salty air and spilled engine oil. the creaky door scrapes open, i set my coffee down and wheel out my motorcycle. pull my helmet on and my gloves, turn the key and flick the engine switch on. a barely audible electric hum starts and stops, indicating that everything is alright inside. i throw my entire weight down onto the kickstarter and it's one of those lucky mornings where the little engine comes alive on the first try. i'm in 3rd gear before the top of the driveway, winding past the orchard and my tiny cottage and i'm gone