From Whispers to Roars

I'm sitting on a porch.

I'm listening to the quiet wind.

I'm feeling a breeze.

I'm comfortable.

I'm breathing in.

I'm breathing out.

I'm calm.

so is the world around me.

but then...

Literally thousands of motorcycles start screaming at once.

They yell so loud that I can't hear the quietness anymore.

They are stealing Fayetteville for the weekend.

They are setting up stands with turkey legs and barbeque sandwiches.

The leather vested, huge bearded, beer drinking, thunderous bikers of America have invaded Fayetteville, Arkansas.

And for some reason... I love everything about it.