I pedaled home.
Barely September yet the temperature has dropped dramatically.
The branches swayed and leaves whispered.
A strong night’s chill.
I can’t recall the last time I’ve rode home in the dark.
The bike has aged - my gears does not shift - a handicap in a city filled with hills.
The night can be frightening.
The silence. The many parked vehicles resting for the day.
The lack of noise, except for the drunken squeals or gargoyle like chuckles every once in awhile.
The nomads who wander the night.
The inability to clearly see.
I should be use to this - for sight is not my forte.
I pedaled on. Warming up from the up hill battle.
Feelings rushed all over me.
Scared, alone, tired, cold, but refreshed.
