Saturday, August 30, 2014

This Night Can Hold Me and My Bike


Night flowers reaching across the path

Some summer nights the couch can't hold me. The four walls close in and begin to feel constraining. The urge for a kind of escape cannot be evaded, and nor do I want to evade it: I give in, get on the bike, and go for a ride.

Summer is still with us in Phoenix. 109°F in the daytime, with more of the same for the longish weekend. Ten daytime commute rides per week lessen my desire for another on the weekend. It was still 95°F after 8pm when I started this ride, but what a difference the sundown makes. Calling the night air cool would be a stretch, but cooling, refreshing, particularly when flying along the canal path on a bicycle. My summer retreat, my refuge from the heat, a place for my mind to roam to the sound of water flowing, and gravel beneath my tires.


OHSO conviviality by night

Rebarish canal adornment, a sign for exit spoken in Gabionese


The oft-glimpsed (on this blog) rusty fish of death and light


The house can't hold me, but this night can on my bicycle. Within loose but totally enveloping arms, of silence and breeze, with fading hints of the desert summer's last broiling shimmers around me. I crouch low and slip between them. This night can hold me, until the next one comes along.
  

12 comments:

  1. I struggle here at night where it's like 80 in my underwear.
    I would certainly perish there.
    Glad to see you back.

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    1. limom the canal is next to this path to replenish your cowboy airconditioning bandana which can make it downright cool out there. If I saw signs of you perishing, I would immediately pause at an appropriate place for refreshment.

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    1. Thanks John. It was as if gravity was in front of me, pulling me forward into the dark.

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  3. It never got over 110 in North Texas over the last ten years.

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  4. Glad to see you back, revealing the desert night's mysteries. "The desert summer's last broiling shimmers around me," I hope so.

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    1. My abiding love for this hot place continues unabated. I think part of me will miss these last shimmers in a few months.

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  5. Nice night for a ride! I need to do more of that. Could that be the 950 with drop bars and single speeded?! Hard to tell from the photo - if so, please give us more…

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    1. Not the 950, although you're given me ideas....

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  6. Love the sentiment and the style, as usual, you are a pleasure to read. I haven't been on a nice night ride in forever... winter commutes are just dark rides rather a proper Night ride. Hot for this place today too... maybe tonight!

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    1. Get out there, on quiet streets and dark canal paths the world is a different place.

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