And then with a flash I am back again and zooming through the land of Illinois, come heat or thunderstorm, come anything. These days I fly down the streets on the new scooter, escaping the heat with speed, wind whipping through my helmet, going to work or play or just go. The days now are little more than reminders that it is good just to be alive, and young, and vital (or vital-feeling, the distinction subtle enough to ignore with enough velocity). I am, undoubtedly, happy. And what more can I ask for than a beautiful day, some friends to share it with, and a sense of purpose (if not an actual one). Good morning, country, good morning, land, good morning, pavement – for this earth I was born, and here I will stay.

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