The sunlight shines through the mist and leaves
streams of light sparkle and glint across my beaded visor.
The road bends gently, undulating in three dimensions
designed for ultimate riding pleasure.
The mist clears over the river Saar,
a mysterious, reflective surface is revealed.
In waiting for the clouds to lift,
we wait to catch a glimpse of our true selves.
The clouds have lifted, the tourists descended,
A muddy brown river remains.
Passing from one heavenly cloud bank through a torturous, winding path
To another heavenly cloud bank.
A glimpse of our true selves.