Ride. (meditate). (a love story, pt. 2)

It had been awhile since Lucille and I had cycled for pleasure.

Commuting back and forth to work hardly counts as fun.

We had the chance, so we stole away into the night.

We followed Trax out of downtown. The big, lighted beast was wary of our presence but still we rode in stride. It flashed and rang but didn't chance passing us.

We slowed and let it rumble by then quickly took to a side street.

We were met with headlights at the far end of the street.

I was spooked.

I turned us around and the lights began to follow. 

My heart fluttered, as my pace quickened.

Paranoia gripped me, but you took us away. After a few quick turns the lights were gone and relief washed over me.

Were they following us? I was being crazy.

We swerved down dark roads, sweeping back and forth with the music that filled my headspace.

The musical crescendos gave way to incredible views of the sky, the long lasting buildups were topped with beautiful displays of street lights and buildings and trees and construction zones.

We broke onto a street full of businesses.

With traffic hot on our tail, I got low and dug deep.

We flew.

Up, up, up

the street that was flooded with orange light and littered with cracks.

Lucille and I ended up in the park.

Scattered shadows, benches and trees.

A skatepark where many people still were.

We were a ways from home. It was late.

We wanted to stay out.

Do you remember the street where we saw things?

We were about to go down this street.

Something felt strange.

Things were...moving in the dark?

I removed this notion, we did however, still not go down this street.

We left for home. 

Sad because I would rather stay out until the early hours of morning and ride.

I felt as though my legs could keep going, forever.

Soon, we'll see how far we can go.

While I was out on this ride there was a feeling that came over me, almost overwhelming.

Zen? Peace? Some sort of tranquil shit?

In these moments there was no worry in my mind.

Just I and Lucille.

The road and the city.

Is this what people meditate for? To connect to the world and things around them? To tap into their own thoughts and perhaps even get to know themselves just a little bit better?