Last night, after work, I rode to Fort Totten. It's become one of my favorite places to "decompress" because of scenes like this:
At the end of a sunny day that warmed up considerably, clouds gathered at the end of the day. Still, I find the view rather striking. Steel suspension bridges are great for that: they glow in the rays of the setting sun as well as they reflect the grays and blues of the bay and sky.
Apparently, other people felt the same way:
This place even seems to calm down my bikes. All right, I don't think Helene has been there yet. Her turn is coming. Arielle and Tosca feel peaceful yet energized by that place; Marianela likes it after carting me and my books at the end of the day:
She leadeth me beside the still waters...All right, I won't blaspheme something some of you may still revere. Besides, the waters weren't exactly still. She didn't lead me down a straight and narrow path, either. (Now tell me: You didn't think I did straight and narrow, did you?) What she led me to, instead, was a trail of the darling buds of May:
I'm greatly relieved that they're not rose petals. Love would be great right about now. Marriage, not so much. Besides, as curious as I am, I don't follow every trail I encounter. I guess that's one of those things that happens when you get older.
I'm happy that they're the buds of cherry blossoms. It seems that there are more of those trees in this city's parks and in front of people's houses every year. I've always loved them; few things say "spring!" more than that bright pink color. I don't remember seeing them when I was a kid: Is the planting of them in this city and country a recent phenomenon?
Anyway...I followed that trail of petals. They led me home. And I fell into a very restorative sleep.
At the end of a sunny day that warmed up considerably, clouds gathered at the end of the day. Still, I find the view rather striking. Steel suspension bridges are great for that: they glow in the rays of the setting sun as well as they reflect the grays and blues of the bay and sky.
Apparently, other people felt the same way:
This place even seems to calm down my bikes. All right, I don't think Helene has been there yet. Her turn is coming. Arielle and Tosca feel peaceful yet energized by that place; Marianela likes it after carting me and my books at the end of the day:
She leadeth me beside the still waters...All right, I won't blaspheme something some of you may still revere. Besides, the waters weren't exactly still. She didn't lead me down a straight and narrow path, either. (Now tell me: You didn't think I did straight and narrow, did you?) What she led me to, instead, was a trail of the darling buds of May:
I'm greatly relieved that they're not rose petals. Love would be great right about now. Marriage, not so much. Besides, as curious as I am, I don't follow every trail I encounter. I guess that's one of those things that happens when you get older.
I'm happy that they're the buds of cherry blossoms. It seems that there are more of those trees in this city's parks and in front of people's houses every year. I've always loved them; few things say "spring!" more than that bright pink color. I don't remember seeing them when I was a kid: Is the planting of them in this city and country a recent phenomenon?
Anyway...I followed that trail of petals. They led me home. And I fell into a very restorative sleep.
