Mid-Life Cycling

Mid-Life Cycling

06 February 2012

When All Ways Lead To The Sunset

Today I did something I don't normally do:  I rode Tosca to work.  I had no particular reason; I didn't have much to carry today, so I thought it might be fun.


And I took a slightly different route home from the one I'd been taking.  I had just passed through Flushing Meadow-Corona Park when I saw how I was going to ride the rest of the way (well, most of it, anyway) home:






It was enough to make me ride alongside the railroad tracks.  The tracks are lined with, well, what one expects to see along railroad tracks: some warehouses and dirty, sad-looking dwellings facing the concrete barriers by the tracks.  But even they, and the wires over the tracks, felt serene, bathed in the simmering orange light:






As you know, my bikes are very well-trained, so Tosca knew exactly what to do.








And, yes, by the time I got home, everything was just starting to turn to dusk.  And Max, my dusty orange cat, greeted me.






2 comments:

  1. Ah, those spacious moments in a busy day . . . grace, for sure.

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  2. Yes, Cherilyn, they are grace. They're what makes the busy days worthwhile.

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