night moves

December 29, 2007

I love riding my bike at night, if it’s not too cold or too windy or too rainy. It’s easy to get off the busy streets and ride on the quiet ones. Look at the sky, which always seems hopeful when the clouds lift a little. Ride through the wet leaves and pass the porch lights.  Turn the corner by the pizza place down the street still packed in its last hour, then ride by the cool kids outside Beulah Land.  The green light delivers me almost home. The familiar is feeling sublime.

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