NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST
“Don’t you go off again wandering, epochs and such – next time we, all seven, will find an exit out of the predicament…together” Mimi’s voice, as soft and earthy as petrichor, competed with the smell of the C C for C D she presented before me.
The puzzled look on my face, succinct like a neon sign in Hollywood size letters reading “How can she know?”, amused her; in a rare appearance, therefore precious, a giggle accompanied Mimi’s decision to rescue me from my bafflement as she walked away towards the Bistro alcove: ”Dear Nick, power resides also in, despite knowing how, not meandering impulsively with the Fates…”
“A Coffee Cake for Challenging Days sprinkled with affectionate, timeless wisdom…served in the unique Six Sentence Café & Bistro way!” I thought while tasting a spoonful of the luscious cake, immediately feeling the ecstatic pleasure when flavors, aromas and everything else between, are simply perfect.
Enchanted by the sensory rainbow, my mind wandered off to the loves of my life…one in particular, seized the center stage.
The degenerate-scandal-seeking-paparazzies will be greatly disappointed in a second, as they realize I am talking about my motorcycle; 700 cc of pure two wheeled inherent danger, excitement, renewal, transcendence & freedom, that entered my life 15 years ago – a period during which, each turn of the ignition key has not dulled, nor lessened my respect and love for her.
Yet, I still haven’t named her, hmm…I grabbed my gear as I was walking towards the exit of the SSC&B when a voice stopped me at the door :”Got a spare helmet?”.
A midnight rider you said…?