As the sun had already set on my later-than-usual ride home last night, I noticed the remains of the day lighting what was left of the evening sky. That moment where day meets night and the struggle between the two leaves the clouds visible along with the moon and a few stars. Almost as if the sun said “enough!” and went to bed.
I haven’t had a ride like this one for a while. After working a little late and being fully prepared to look out for deer, I headed south to home. But once I reached the highway and rolled up to speed I completely forgot about safety first. I like riding at night and I always say I should do it more often. There is something about how the landscape looks in comparison to the day-to-day commute. I noticed how my mind wandered to places it hasn’t been in a long time. These are places that I always want to go, but lately haven’t had the chance. For a short twenty-minute ride home, this ride seemed to take me the long way, carrying me down the road most affectionately called memory lane. Somehow my internal GPS has been re-calculating unable to find this road for the last few months.
These are places that I always want to go, but lately haven’t had the chance. For a short twenty-minute ride home, this one seemed to take the long way carrying me down the road most affectionately called memory lane
I’ve had a desperate need to sort through some things and as unpredictable as life can be, tonight was the night. I pictured myself having a couple of hours in the saddle to reflect and understand these things that forever pile up, but the Lord works in mysterious ways. Apparently twenty minutes is enough. For now. It felt good to put myself in a place – albeit temporary or imaginary – which provides clarity. To allow myself a moment of focus and to see through the fog that resides in the valleys of my grey matter always helps with my decipherability.
For those few minutes on the bike my mind was elsewhere. I felt as if I lived 100 miles from where I found myself but beyond that, my head was telling me to continue down this road of memories. A place we all should visit more often.
So nicely put, Jeff.
I, too, enjoy those moments now and again.
Never often enough…
lovely image and words, Jeff.
I too, like riding at night … cautiously!
Exactly!
Great job brother. Even though I don’t ride anymore you seem to take me down the road right with you on your rides. Great memories with you from the Old Timers club as well. Need to plan a lunch again soon.
Absolutely!