immaculata

:shiny: :white: :light: like riding an outline
a ghost and a cloud::an angel phantasma

the bike riding is my favorite. it is my new favorite. how my feet learnt to slip into toe cages without a glance. how i hear in surround sound. the do-si-do of my compatriots in the bike lanes - are you going faster, i pass you-okay, now you pass me, shall we wait at the stoplight 2 abreast? click click click my gears - me and bike and road, micro adjustments subtle swoop missing manhole

and the mind. the mind's favorite time, so happy to be with the body. moving.

today, mind and legs working easily, down empty street.
an unexpected friend calls out my name. well, hello, summernight surprise.
and later riding home, two lanes over, the guy and girl on motorcycle ask the taxi for directions to nearby restaurant. he doesn't know. but hey, hey i do, free air neighbor.
and continuing on, the last stretch, but my least liked (though somehow more favorable after nightfall), not too fast on the slight incline

whoa, wha, boom
i got doored
from the left
holy shit

a momentary jolt. but it's just my handlebar. i'm fine. really, i'm totally okay. the woman exiting passenger side was more traumatized than i. both she and the guy driving looked at me with horrified faces. "i'm okay - i'm okay" i pedaled forward a few feet. see?

i love it