Move

I believe everyone has a way they move, like a dance. A rhythm built in you find in a mundane task or something fantastic. Art, music, and creation of any kind. It grabs you where you are and can happily simplify your internal compass. We all have wants, needs, and somehow this slides in tight between the two. Movement with sound hits me deep between the wheel, and seat of a car. My tastes change, so does the car I drive but the feeling of expression is always there whispering to me. A mix of g forces with explosions controlled through a gear lever. What an unusual thing to feel shared by so many. Take away the groups for image, peel away the machismo and let the purity take over. It could be four hundred horsepower or ten if it guides you to that place seize it. To me finding that line dipping in and out of corners surrounded by the natural beauty of the world frozen in time by speed is how I move. I hope in this world you all find your dance, cause this is mine, and it reminds me when I forget. Life is such a gift.