~CROW~
The rumble of the engine beneath me was a comforting lullaby, the open road ahead a canvas for my thoughts to wander. The wind kissed my face, leaving a residue of salt as I rode towards the horizon, the sun setting in a fiery embrace behind me.
The leather of my jacket was broken in, hugging my body like a second skin, a testament to the countless miles I had traveled. My bike was an extension of me, responding to my every command without hesitation. The vibrations of the engine resonated through my bones, a rhythm that matched the tempo of my thoughts as I cruised along the coastal highway.
The air was cool against my skin, carrying the briny scent of the ocean and the faint sweetness of the blooming flowers that lined the road. The horizon was a canvas of fiery reds and orange
