Wind on my hair, wind on my face, wind everywhere…travelling to the mountains, sign of rain. A welcoming heart of sun with beautiful rainbow notes. Have you ever touched the limit of the sky? Have you ever raced with the trees content? I never did. But yes felt them every time I padded myself in jacket and the adrenaline rush when I switch on the  engine and the happiness when I shift the gears, I feel them every time . Living like an insane; maybe. If I could, I would pop up the bike rush it to the top of a mountain and try diving, just to feel the wind over me. Let them carry me to the places I’ve never seen. Feel the wind, feel the ride, and live the life. How lovely it would have been if we never died while riding? How does it feel to sit on pillion while popping a wheeling? Holding tight; with that layer of trust and faith we live that very moment. One last time wind on my hair, wind on my face, wind everywhere.