Once in a while, you experience this. A special intersection of having drunk a bit of good liquor, smoked a bit of something smooth and eaten enough to feel pleasantly full.
It's just past midnight and the free-flowing, lighthearted conversations have trickled down to soft murmurs. Pieces of wood crackle in the fire while ashes drift away slowly into the night sky.
Everyone is yearning to get home but no one wants to shatter the delicate reverie and leave. Eventually you do.
After navigating a few gentle, not unexpected barbs about still using the bike, you watch cars drive away, wheels gently crunching stray pebbles. You then get the helmet on and ride.
At a steady 40 kmph, the breeze is brisk and refreshing. With no traffic on the road the ride is meditative, streetlights rhythmically letting you move between light and shadow. You feel a twinge... pleasure, nostalgia or perhaps a bit of both.
A week's worth of doing nothing much in particular - you could get used to this kind of life. It's diametrically opposite to the one you lead - with real responsibilities and fake stresses to consider.
The year is nearly done. In a way, so are you. You simply can't decide what to do with this knowledge.
However, you reached a special intersection, even if it was momentary. It's as close to being in the moment as you may ever know.
Song for the moment: Jungle - Heavy, California
It's just past midnight and the free-flowing, lighthearted conversations have trickled down to soft murmurs. Pieces of wood crackle in the fire while ashes drift away slowly into the night sky.
Everyone is yearning to get home but no one wants to shatter the delicate reverie and leave. Eventually you do.
After navigating a few gentle, not unexpected barbs about still using the bike, you watch cars drive away, wheels gently crunching stray pebbles. You then get the helmet on and ride.
At a steady 40 kmph, the breeze is brisk and refreshing. With no traffic on the road the ride is meditative, streetlights rhythmically letting you move between light and shadow. You feel a twinge... pleasure, nostalgia or perhaps a bit of both.
A week's worth of doing nothing much in particular - you could get used to this kind of life. It's diametrically opposite to the one you lead - with real responsibilities and fake stresses to consider.
The year is nearly done. In a way, so are you. You simply can't decide what to do with this knowledge.
However, you reached a special intersection, even if it was momentary. It's as close to being in the moment as you may ever know.
Song for the moment: Jungle - Heavy, California
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