Lightning struck the ground fifty yards ahead, rain soaked my bike leathers and bounced off my visor. High in the mountains of cymystwyth, chased by the demons I live with.
Sunshine breaks through as I peak on the plateau, the rain eases as my little two stroke engine battles the last incline, I’m alone in the wilderness, and for that mercy I feel fine.
I’ve arrived again at the place where God meets the earth, where a man can converse and prove his worth.
I am lost, I am found and all around is the nothing of sound.
D May 2017