Wow!
I'm exhausted, yet I feel great! I just finished cleaning up after a nearly 2 hour bike ride (certainly a lot longer than I had anticipated. I don't have a gauge on my bike, but I'm guessing I probably rode 10-15 miles tonight. My legs are sore, my arms are practically useless, but it was really fun and I'm really really looking forward to falling asleep with a good book in my hands. :)
*sigh* It's true what they say about those endorphines that get released during a good workout, because I feel... ZzZzZz... lol
As part of my commitment, I want to make it a nightly habit posting in my journal. It's nice to get it all 'out there' and just reflect for a while. For example, the only stop I made on my little late-night excursion tonight was at the Safety Harbor Pier, and I've got to say... if not for the creepy bum that was using the bench as a heavily discounted motel, I probably would've stayed all night. The charming thing about near misses with Category 5 hurricanes is the way it really screws with our local weather, and for the best if you ask me! Looking out over the choppy white-tops, the sparkle of a half moon, oddly shaped and rounded, I found myself in a gentle calm. Wind swept up around me and carried my thoughts away, even as I had my headphones dangling just inches away from my ears blasting the passionate sounds of Papa Roach's "To Be Loved." As if in some cosmic fantasy, jetting through the vacuum of space at blinding speeds, deflecting tiny meteorites that tasted strangely familiar: salty, so the wind had an eerie consistency to it. In my nostalgia, I can't seem to recall a moment without the warm embrace of sea breeze slowly depositing layer upon layer of sodium as evidence of the miles of windswept waves beyond me. Off to the south, an unimpressive display of heat lightning teased me with the prospect of a light show, but I was left wanting.
It's strange how one's heart can race without even so much as the inspiration of potent thoughts or dangers. When I turned my back on the unrelenting convections, I expected to be confronted with the urge to make leave of my transient company and continue the last leg of my journey home. Oddly enough, with the warming blanket rolling over my shoulders, and in spite of my defiance, I found my heart confusingly anxious. A couple minutes in the absence of pain released me from the fear that I might be in need of some help. Even to this moment, I fail to understand what specifically created such urgency that my body would seek to flush me all over with crimson and warmth. Some time later, I sided with my watch and made haste toward home, but not without stopping briefly to admire some couples that had gathered to admire the pleasant weather that I suddenly seemed eager to escape. In retrospect, I'm not sure the ride would have even seemed worthwhile had the conditions been otherwise.
How serendipitous, indeed! =)
... and one for the road:
"Your only obligation in any lifetime is to be true to yourself. Being true to anyone else or anything else is not only impossible, but the mark of a fake messiah."
-Richard Bach (Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah, 1977)
Good night! ^.^
-Jay
*sigh* It's true what they say about those endorphines that get released during a good workout, because I feel... ZzZzZz... lol
As part of my commitment, I want to make it a nightly habit posting in my journal. It's nice to get it all 'out there' and just reflect for a while. For example, the only stop I made on my little late-night excursion tonight was at the Safety Harbor Pier, and I've got to say... if not for the creepy bum that was using the bench as a heavily discounted motel, I probably would've stayed all night. The charming thing about near misses with Category 5 hurricanes is the way it really screws with our local weather, and for the best if you ask me! Looking out over the choppy white-tops, the sparkle of a half moon, oddly shaped and rounded, I found myself in a gentle calm. Wind swept up around me and carried my thoughts away, even as I had my headphones dangling just inches away from my ears blasting the passionate sounds of Papa Roach's "To Be Loved." As if in some cosmic fantasy, jetting through the vacuum of space at blinding speeds, deflecting tiny meteorites that tasted strangely familiar: salty, so the wind had an eerie consistency to it. In my nostalgia, I can't seem to recall a moment without the warm embrace of sea breeze slowly depositing layer upon layer of sodium as evidence of the miles of windswept waves beyond me. Off to the south, an unimpressive display of heat lightning teased me with the prospect of a light show, but I was left wanting.
It's strange how one's heart can race without even so much as the inspiration of potent thoughts or dangers. When I turned my back on the unrelenting convections, I expected to be confronted with the urge to make leave of my transient company and continue the last leg of my journey home. Oddly enough, with the warming blanket rolling over my shoulders, and in spite of my defiance, I found my heart confusingly anxious. A couple minutes in the absence of pain released me from the fear that I might be in need of some help. Even to this moment, I fail to understand what specifically created such urgency that my body would seek to flush me all over with crimson and warmth. Some time later, I sided with my watch and made haste toward home, but not without stopping briefly to admire some couples that had gathered to admire the pleasant weather that I suddenly seemed eager to escape. In retrospect, I'm not sure the ride would have even seemed worthwhile had the conditions been otherwise.
How serendipitous, indeed! =)
... and one for the road:
"Your only obligation in any lifetime is to be true to yourself. Being true to anyone else or anything else is not only impossible, but the mark of a fake messiah."
-Richard Bach (Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah, 1977)
Good night! ^.^
-Jay