If you’ve forgotten how it feels to return cold and exhilarated.
If you’ve forgotten sweeping roads and hairpin bends and adrenaline rushes with eager friends.
If you’ve forgotten.
A reminder. A vision.
A vision of a perception of an impression of a sensation of a feeling that wasn’t; brief moments of glorious sunshine, snaking routes, bright green fells. Waiting.
The road meanders toward Settle, Yorkshire Dales. This has been one wet winter.