late night bike riding

i had such a good day yesterday...but i'm going to skip all that and just tell a quick lil story about the quiet of the night.

last night i completed my first ever late night bike ride home. It was warm and quite out at 2am. I rode through sprinklers in the pan handle, and it felt like a true summer night. On my route home i usually go through Golden Gate park.. (which i really love because i get to see everyone lying in front of the conservatory of flowers during the day) I had completely forgotten how spooky the park is at night. As i rode i starting thinking of Mark and how he used to scare me when we were walking through it at night. i thought i saw wolves, coyotes, jackles and cougars everywhere, and because it was so quiet i was convinced there was no sound in the air. soundless air. i would turn my head from side to side trying to break through the wind to hear if someone was behind me. i could'nt hear anything because there was nothing. i knew i was being silly, it felt invigorating. silly and scary, a wondrous combination.

I thought about how my ride was kind of like this:


ain't no feeling like being scared on a summer night gliding through the park and eventually finding yourself safe at home dreaming in bed. Summer dayz. soo good.