With a prepared introduction and a time count, they come through the long stroll along the scene.
Walking the lines that divide roads. Two separate directions always leaving your opposites behind. Rejoining forces together and now! holding it longer… The need to always be reminded the sense of oneself on the loose. Free to wonder, no rules and if there are any just break them. A venture, to show the opposite rider the keys of unison.
The thrill of a run down through licks and lakes of towering slides. Conquering impressions, smoothly making my way back up the gems that are the finger prints of melodies ringing through my black tailored suit. I will whistle and tap on black and whites. We will save the moment, feeding the silences and leaving the physical in the same place.
A rest is so brief. And a mistake is forever. Repetition is contagious.
