It was dark and misty, the dew of cold fall air hung in the deep shadows of night. The only glow was held by the signal of the red stoplight. It's fractured image shone faintly on the hood of the coupe. I was along for the ride. I had not known what the night held for me. But I was young and a drifter on the street at night. Longing to be somewhere, longing for someone to know me, to find some legend my life could shape into memory. I sat still, listening to the sound of the blades scrapping fine drops off the windshield. Into the foggy night the motionless streets fell silent, as a hush!
All the night was around me like the scent of fresh grass before dawn. Leaning my face out to the breeze and soft mist upon my long hair. It was good and clean. My hand slid on the frame outlining the features of its electric design. Flames of blue white held my pulse, and the midnight blue was reflected in the night. I did not know what made the sound. Or what made my heart shudder. It was the thunder!
It was the turn of a key, and a roar of the motor, that shook my eyes away from the dreaming night. Had I walked into a dream, or was I wide-awake for the first time in my life? What was real, was it the power? It was something I could never have, the knowledge of the unknown. I was just a girl and this was romance. It was not a kiss that set my heart on fire, but the spin of the wheel onto the night. The light hit green and we speed down the Broadway. On past the darkness to catch the end of the storm. Out into the black on the back of a crackling whip!
I had not known that I knew my deepest thoughts that night. If I could ride the lightening. I would have braved it all. For the moment when time stops and you are yourself. From that moment on I had not to fear the day or the loneliness of the night. My heart still pounds at the roar of thunder. I cannot go the limit, but I can feel its flame. Its flame rises high in my life and leads me to brave all the trials life may pass in my way. I still feel the need when the midnight fog finds me on the road. To remember my youth and the lesson of thunder road!
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