Born to Run and Surf on the Sunset
Bruce Springsteen said it best when he sang Born to Run:
h-Oh, Someday girl I don’t know when
we’re gonna get to that place
Where we really wanna go
and we’ll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us
baby we were born to run
That song strikes many deep in the soul and I am no different. I hear that song and I want to run through the streets of New York. I hear that song and I want to increase the pace on my treadmill. I want to cheer and pump my fists high up in the air.
I hear Born to Run and I want to be on the open highway rolling the windows down and staring at the open landscape. I hear that song and I ache to catch momentary glances of random people’s lives. I want to escape the hustle and bustle of our increasingly fast-paced lives. I want to breathe in the open air.
Above all, I want to walk on the streaks of the sunset. I want to surf the sky as the sun is setting. I want to feel the reds and orange hues on my fingertips.
You ask what machine I would build if I had the whimsy, skills and time? I do not need a time machine for I keep moving forward at my own pace. I don’t look back and I make my own future.
I do not need a memory machine for I take in each moment with zest. What was forgotten is perhaps left forgotten. The best memories will shine even brighter.
I could use a teleportation machine if it meant not having to endure turbulence. However, a teleportation machine would not allow me to enjoy the sun streaks in the sky.
I want a sky highway where I can run in the sunset. I want a flying motorcycle to feel firsthand the sun setting on my skin. I want a front row seat to experience the majesty and pomp of the sun setting and the good moon rising.