I remember I had a view. I called it ‘my view’.
I found it once I’d been given that new freedom of latter teenage years.
I turned a corner clipping the apex, clumsily I suppose,
But it felt perfect at the time.
And then, wow! It must have been the beginning of adulthood.
Frenetic processes the result of intense focus slowed and stopped as the pistons followed suit. Only a moment of hesitation, considering driving on, but no.
From standstill, I twisted from the waist to see the way back. P