Ride


Any time is a good time to ride your bike.


Surely there are some that swear by the early
morning when the air is fresh and still.
When few cars litter the roads and the miles
of asphalt in front of you seem to belong to
only you. Others prefer the evening, the soft
light, light breezes, when the buildings and
streets take on a golden and orange glow, and the
city finally begins to calm down. I like watching
the slanted rays of sunshine bath the facades
and corners in new luminous colours as I slip by
on my bike. I look for streets, still warm from
the fading sun, which not yet have fallen into
the cloak of shadow.
The middle of the day seems too harsh, too frantic
and certainly not enticing enough to enjoy a ride.
Afternoons are pretty good but usually best on
Sundays.
That leaves us with the night. Cool & crisp and
magical. You can follow your light as it races
across the asphalt and swerves around corners
and sweeps by alleys and dimly-lit streets. You
can chase down the blinkies of other riders before
you and once caught let their red flashing lights
fade into the distance or vanish around a corner
and down the street. Yes. Perhaps the night is best.
Beneath moon and stars, silently riding toward home.
At night, I do not think about tomorrow.
Just follow the light through the shadow.

Posted: Thu - May 29, 2003 at 08:13 AM          

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