The wind in your hair. Your thoughts are far away, further than they have ever been. There are no walls, no glasses between you and the air, the fresh air..
It’s only you, and you. You and your thoughts wandering through the road. Your feet could touch the ground, but you’re safe, even if there’s no floor.
The freedom become your new feeling, while the wind hits you, and balance your hair. Become a word easily pronounced when you dream. Freedom.
Welcome home, rider.