Rain fell breaking the soft humid spell of the early afternoon at the McClish house. Fog crept in and rose from the damp earth and weaved up through soaked pine and gloomy sky. There were only two. Chris left after eating an early lunch to visit a friend. Logan planned on staying in Mansfield until he could troubleshoot his bike and head towards Columbus. Levi and I debated over whether or not to depart, both of us heading to Marion, IN. He was eager to return home as was I, just not in the rain. The cadence of the downpour intensified and we were sure the lighter misting from earlier on would not return so he decided to wait and I packed up and left.
Slow cautious cornering, was made increasingly more sluggish as an untimely rear tire slide reduced my confidence to wishing I had training wheels. Providentially, the precipitation surrendered to streaks of sunlight that glistened off of puddled streets and windshields dimpled with raindrops. The remaining three and a half hours on the road melted together as my mind turned to reminiscing about our trip. Memories bound to each other, people, breakdowns, scenery, fears, moments of seclusion, and periods spent in the company of friends and family, all interlaced replaying arbitrarily but somehow, with significance.