On the back of the motorcycle, I have the best view.While riding home on 151 I looked up and watched the sunset dance through the canopy of leaves. I was mesmerized. Looking at the trees, some lying low enough to touch, others rising higher to the sky. There was a celebration of white light and kaleidoscope of greens. The rocking of the bike around the curves added to the experience. It was exhilarating.
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