Ten Years After

Daily writing prompt

Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

I almost think that ten years will find me in the wind. I have rode motorcycles most of my life and when not doing that still found myself travelling around the great country I lived in. I still live in this country but I can no longer call it great, maybe very good but still slipping.

As spring climbs in the windows that can be opened now as the weather warms I sniff the open road calling me like pollen calls everyone else. I find that the Travelling Jones is creeping back into my blood and I once again long for the wind in my face.

I also feel that the longer I am on this journey I find that time speeds up and far away isn’t that far. So if this journey abruptly ends before the ten years arrive, my son has agreed to spread my ashes to the wind off the back of a bike.

until next time –