Part of a puzzle

Living on the moon. That's what they call living 60 miles away from the city in the mountain side over looking sunny San Diego.
I could extend my arm all they way out, close one eye and focus on the city along the beach. It could fit in between my two fingers and pinch it. Removing it from the earth to observe it. 

Everyday I get better at driving the mountains tight curvy roads. I remember each turn. My muscles in my arms and hands are less tense and more loose and my foot presses the gas slightly faster each time. The tires squeal at the point of the rear end wanting to controllably slide. 

Going all the way to the city or just to a local restaurant and bar where an attractive woman  about my age works. She always greets me with country hospitality and wondering eyes. 

Your not from around here, but we welcome everyone. Today you're everyone. You want a beer with that burger?

Today I rode my motorcycle. The danger of the mountain roads keep my heart pounding because I don't want to push it to death. Yet I only wear jeans, t-shirt and boots. It's obvious since the window faces the road. Customers are seen as they turn into the parking lot. Still, she offered me a beer.
Hmm, that's how things go around here. Or I badly failed the test. 

Settling in like a piece of the puzzle that was lost under couch, found, and then placed on the board felt comforting. Still the full picture is not revealed because only the borders are finished. How long was this puzzle being worked on? Who's placing in the pieces? 

Ahhh! A few gulps of beer to bring the level below the bottle neck. I can smell meat grilling. The TV announcer is barely audible. Local customers glance at me briefly and look away.

I came to the idea that the puzzle board is there and the pieces are placing themselves. Every human is either placed, looking to be placed, or still under the under the couch, lost. A border piece is a border piece. It is no more valuable than any of the millions of pieces within the picture. 

Getting in the picture is like driving those curvy dangerous roads. It's like driving on a long, boring, strait wide road. Commuting on a crowder train or flying across the planet on a plane. Going from your home to the local restaurant lazily by foot. In my case, blazingly on wheels. 

We take many countless actions in daily life. Danger to one, is normal to another.

Do you want to fit in? Are you in transit to fitting in? Or are you like me, dreaming of fitting in but still under the couch?

My burger has come! 

Here you are honey. Anything else? 

Just for a second I glance at her chest. Her body went limp as she exhaled when the words left her lips and smiled. I'm in no hurry to be placed in the picture. I'm just glad that I'm a piece that still has the opportunity to be placed. Anyways, she looks like she will break me.  

Ketchup!