A Thundering Reflection

Rocky Mountain Thunder they call it The unmistakable thunder and growl of thousands of Harley's reverberating through the highcountry fairgrounds, shockwaves rippling the air. this was the year it would finally happen... ...my Tattoo Gleaning through hundreds of designs my heart leapt at the sight of a dainty little hummingbird small, tasteful, unobtrusive my hearts' joy and delight! When a voice, gruff and gravelly from too many years of cigarettes and rot gut whiskey whispered over my shoulder "A tattoo should reflect your soul" I turned to find myself face to face with chocolate brown eyes in a leathery, wind tanned face ours eyes locked briefly He turned away without another word. Three skulls spanned his shoulders One facing right, the other facing left as if searching for something, or someone... ...the one in the center, facing forward, almost grinning, the words "Lost Soul" written within a Harley emblem below the skulls, reflected the whistful look I had seen in his eyes. I watched as he walked away, while the three skulls and that emblem seemed to change shape with every step melting into one big grinning skull His words echoed in my ears, "...reflect your soul" "...reflect your soul" Then, they wrapped around my heart ...My Hummer..! I knew I had found the right one for me. And in that same moment, the skull on his back.... ...winked.