Years of Poems and Spirits

I just wanted to try riding in the dark the other night. I came off class after 9:30 and rode home first along the Burke-Gilman trail, then on Juanita Drive.

The golden, warm street lights along the trail were spotty and far apart. In between the lights, there was moon light. The scene reminded me of Bejing where I grew up. Once I turned from the campus on to the trail, it was as if entering through a portal to a time and space in the past. It was a heart-pumping kind of wonder.

Yet I doubt I’d do it again any time soon … The foliage is pretty dense now, so there are stretches of road where it was pitch dark–my feeble head lamp wouldn’t do it. And the ass-splitting bumps and pot-holes on the trail … ouch!