Delta 400 Professional 35mm
The road calls me ever back to its cold embrace. Going over staying. Movement, always. Trees growing from vague specks to branchy shapes and then sliding into a blur. Asphalt dancing between tints and tones of well-worn grey. Sometimes, dressed up for special occasions, new and black, smoother than water.
The machine beneath me whirs softly. All machines honor physics, but this one is special. Organic energy translated directly into forward motion. I push down and it winds itself forward, proportionately, but magnified. My meagre efforts are transmuted into a powerful rush of air as we slice towards the horizon. This is alchemy.
The time is always right. There is always a chance to get out of whatever building I shelter in and expose myself to the elements. Ten minutes. Five. One-hundred-and-twenty. Answer the call and you will be rewarded. Pace yourself and you can go forever.
The wind and the rain will protest; you must steel yourself against their grievances. They do not know you, do not recognize your standard, and they wish to see your banner dip and fall in defeat. Withhold their selfish joy from them and they will soon look elsewhere for those more vulnerable.
The rest you crave can only be found at the end. The journey must be completed before your body and your soul will retire in harmony. Drink deep of the bright air while you yet may, for the morning sun is never promised to us. Press onward, towards your better self.