The motorcycle rolled past the apartment building.
I didn't intend to go that way but for those that ride, they know, that motorcycles have a mind of their own and the rider is just along for the ride.
And so the Triumph Scrambler rolled down Miami Gardens Drive and turned into the industrial park that led to some old, chain link fence surrounded, apartments.
They were old and had seen a better day.
Yet there I was.
Stopped in front of one old complex.
My mind raced back.
30 years ago.
It was new.
Just built.
Exciting.
Activities.
Yet in that one building life changed, death arrived and world's shifted for a young family.
So much time had passed.
I remembered the laughter.
The chess games.
The lake swim that now is forbidden.
The Triumph rolled on.
Turned the corner and it was 30 years later.
I turned back on to Miami Gardens Drive and left yesterday behind.
It seemed right to go back on the beginning of the new year.
Motorcycles can transport you better than a car on a time travelling moment.
We all have such a apartment building in our life.
A place where you grew up at the moment of passing.
The ageless experiment.