Entry 7

June 14th   

With a twist of my wrist, the baby blue scooter rumbles to life, cradled between my legs. With the warmth of the Monaco sun on my back, I start towards the waterfront. The wind whips my hair in a violent tornado around my head, even with my lime green helmet strapped on tightly. My eyes water as I race down the winding streets. If I’m crying right now, it would only be tears of joy, for I’ve never felt so free. I raise a hand up towards the ever-blue sky, and a joyous whoop escapes me. Surprised by myself, I let it loose again. Suddenly, I’m hooting and hollering like a child. Whatever safety from my childhood I missed so badly in Brazil seems to have been left in the rearview mirror. I no longer care where I’m going or if I even have a destination, so long as I don’t lose this feeling. Moments like this….simple, messy, perfect moments like this… are what make life so worth living. Surely, this is what it means to be alive.

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