I remember, the particles of dust that hit my eyes in slow motion, as the motorcycle tumbled its way through the road running parallel to the river.
I remember, the river, the road and the trees; all running together. Cutting through it, perfect slants of sunlight, through the trees, over the road, onto the river. Making it shimmer.
I remember, as we passed from sunlight to shadow, while driving through, my mind entered heaven. This was heaven. Not a care in the world, everything left behind. Just the two of us on a bike, on our way to the faraway beach. No worries, no hang ups, just us having a good time. Far away from everyday life.
I remember, the road snaked its way through and there was the odd buzz of a car or a bike passing us by.
What I remember the most, was the wind. The wind blowing through our hair. The smell of the wind and all that it carried with it. Wafting through. The wind bringing the carefree feeling with it. The feeling of heaven.