Grab the bike and go.
Date: Aug 31st, 2005 6:42:21 am - Subscribe
Mood: adventurous
Music: The Cure - "Fascination Street"
It's 1 in the morning, and the rain is coming down hard. Grab the warm, dry sweatshirt and slide into the shoes. I run outside into the storm and ride my bike away on the street.
Out of no where, I stop to ask myself what I am doing. Where am I going? Why am I out in the pouring rain, on a cold night? Why am I careening all over the road, back and forth? What drove me to suddenly jump up and leave?
I don't know, but I feel no need to know. I pedal faster around the corner and under the dim streetlights. Without them, I would surely be lost. It is far too dark for anyone to see farther than two houses down. Around the next corner, onto the dark street. Pedal faster.
Slowly it gets darker and darker. For some reason, I am not paranoid in this darkness, alone. Usually I would be worried about something small. Something running about in a bush, which is actually nothing really. I keep going. I'm soaked from the rain. I pass by a house being built, and the rain amplifies the scent of the lumber. Even though the house is far from the road, the scent is strong. Around the next corner to an even darker road.
Nothing is on my mind at all. I am open to the world and everything in it. Whatever I see is a thought. I don't let petty problems and antagonists tie me up now. That would be ridiculous. Why let people ruin such a great moment? I'm not saying that the people and events in my life are bad, no. I like the life that I have. But sometimes, your social life and life in general seem to clutter your mind. Creating a wall between you and the real, natural world. Everything seemed so unneeded. The only moment that was of importance was the present. Not the future, or the past. Just riding my bike along, and enjoying the moment.
I come to the potential end of my journey. Take a left and I go home. Right and I continue on. I'm covered in wet clothes, and the wind is making me cough from the chill.
Right.
Only a single light on this road. I pedal past it and then come to the bend in the road. I can just see a large black area which I know is a field with trees, hay bales and grass. Proceed down the road. Or up. However you look at it, because now I am going tup a hill. Climbing to the top, with winds blowing hard against me and the rain showing no mercy. Get to the top, and quickly turn around to the slope. This is it. This is the climax of my journey.
Down and down. Faster and faster. Soon, I am going too fast for my bike, and pedaling does absolutely nothing for my bike. The rain becomes painful, and the wind horribly cold. There are only seven days of summer left. Does this bike ride have some sort of hidden meaning? I go through summer, to come to a high ending and then I can see in front of me nothing. I just have the memory of the past ride. I can't make out the future year coming up. I have no idea what is going to be waiting in the road. Just a bunch of stone and running water. Keep on riding. Into the future. Future becoming present.
Around the bends, and into my driveway. Drop the bike, and come inside. Warmth.
Comments: (4)
anonymous - September 04th, 2005 |
silentrain - October 15th, 2005 |
wildindigo - October 16th, 2005 |
for_never - October 18th, 2005 |
