Monday, January 19, 2009

Short One

I'm borrowing a bike from my friend who went off to the army. it was just going to sit there for however long his term is, so he let me borrow it till he gets back. It's a fixed gear, and i rode it home from downtown. since i live in Soquel i rode past seabright beach, along east cliff, and through capitola village to get home. imbetween seabright beach and east cliff there are a few beaches. there is one specific one that has a long sloping hill that runs parallel to the beach, and in order to get onto the beach you have to go over a big wall of sand. if i knew the name of the beach i would put it down, but i sadly don't. the reason i'm talking about this is because tonight, while i was building up speed going down the long hill towards home, the light on my bike broke. at first i was alarmed and freaked out, but then i realized no cars were coming in either direction. as a precaution i pulled into the car lane. this all happened part way down the hill, but by the time i was at the bottom i couldn't see a thing. there were no street posts nor any cars to give my light. i felt like i was riding in the matrix, but instead of complete whiteness it was pitch black. i didn't know if two feet in front of me was a pot hole or the edge of the world, all i knew is that i was going too fast to stop if i wanted too and that i was loving it. it was amazing seeing nothing but the stars above, feeling the wind flowing under and through my clothes, smelling the saltiness of the sea, and the overall awareness that only comes about when you know at any moment you could be completely ruined. i was content with my predicament, accepting whatever came next. then i noticed the oncoming upward hill. Once again my inner ear was happy remembering which direction down was by seeing light hitting the ground from a nearby lamp post. i was happy to know that i was going to live, but at the same time i missed the the exhilaration of the moment passed.
Simple Pleasures: peeling an orange in one strip, waking up in the morning to freshly bought groceries, th smell of coffee in the morning, recommending a book or band to someone and then learn later that they actually listened to the recommendation, the sun setting just enough so it doesn't blind you anymore but it's still warm/cool out, talking to Elijah.

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