Wide Glide

DicE photographer & contributor @chicomoto stopped by @tricostore today on his Panhead. We are loving the new wide glide and mini apes! (at Back to the Future)

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The moon shines white and silent
On the mist, which, like a tide
Of some enchanted ocean,
O'er the wide marh doth glide,
Spreading its ghost-like billows
Silently far and wide.
A vague and starry magic
Makes all things mysteries,
And lures the earth’s dumb spirit
Up to the longing skies, - 
I seem to hear dim whispers,
And tremulous replies.
The fireflies o'er the meadow
In pulses come and go;
The Elm-trees’ heavy shadow
Weighs on the grass below;
And faintly from the distance
The dreaming cock doth crow.
All things look strange and mystic,
The very bushes swell
And take wild shapes and motions,
As if beneath a spell, - 
They seem not the same lilacs
From childhood known so well.
The snow of deepest silence
O'er everything doth fall,
So beautiful and quiet,
And yet so like a pall, - 
As if all life were ended,
And rest were come to all.
O wild and wondrous midnight,
There is a might in thee, 
To make the charmèd body
Almost like spirit be,
And give it some faint glimpses
Of immortality!
—  Midnight ~ by James Rusell Lowell