The Zone

You dial it back a bit, feathering the throttle as you approach this dicey section. No need to go in too hot, not yet anyway. You know how that goes. Finesse is more important now than raw speed. The old days were different. Then it was wide open or nothing. Drama. Drama. Drama. So you hold something back, all that fear that you so cling to, and take a moment to abandon who you think you are and to ride the wave. That's what it's about now, riding the ongoing wave. You can only do that if you surrender your need to stay so solid. You see that the way is to attend, to wait, and then jump when the opportunity has gotten so close it barely has time for surprise as you grab onto its passing and elusive alchemy. You see it now, the sublimation, as you dissolve into light. No going back. No one would believe you anyway.