Windy Skies came to be.
I was looking for my machine that afternoon, and felt the need to write about it, here.
I’m not sure what I’m looking for now or if I’m looking for anything at all.
There’re fewer bends in the road now, and more dead ends.
When this place started out I could not see the end of the road.
Now, I think I can see it in the distance.
Atleast I think I do.
For those of you who still find your way here, by design or accident, thank you for choosing to ride with me.