Lonely summer roads

I could have stayed home. I could have just watched the same shit thats on the TV in the afternoon. I could have also delved deeper into my growing wasabi almond addiction. I could have done all of these things, but instead I decided to take my old petal bike out for a ride.

I took the time to check the tires and the pressure they maintained, looked at how rusty the chain seemed to have gotten since the last time we saw each other. Adjusted the seat and even fixed my reflectors. Before I knew it, we were off.

From the drive way to the main road, from the road to the side streets, I made my way to the back roads I used to ride to clear my head. Back before I had the use of a car and before I got too busy to do such things. Before I took summer bike rides for granted.

Here were are again. These Lonely Summer Roads I know like the back of my hands. I remember each bump and pot hole like I remember where each freckle and bruise is on my arm. In this place, the cars past by slow and infrequent. If you were to hold your breath in between passing traffic, you'd surely soffocate. Not that your not complaining about the lack of company. A break from the creeps and the crazies even for an hour long bike cruise is a vacation.

A few stops here and There to snap some photos and smell the flowers. This road and the setting sun are the company I keep for now. My iphone is playing death cab and kevin devine. The hills roll and fall flat. My mind wanders from topic to topic.

Everything, all at once for now at the very least, is calm and quite. I m not worried right now about the things that weigh heavy, I m thinking about the summer sun. I'm thinking about how I'm getting out of tip top shape and I could really care less. About how great the world in this moment.

All because I took those lonely summer roads tonight as far as they would take me. I'll rest easy, I'll take my time. I'll take time to make love and do all the things I want to do. Summer oh! Summer: This is the time of our lives, all you have to do is live it. Take it from me, maybe you should take the lonely road? maybe the longer drive back home at the very least.

So I see the sun setting and I head home. The same crap is on the TV, the dishes aren't done, and I can feel those wasabi almonds calling my name behind the cabinet door. But It doesn't really matter to me, I have everything I need anyway.

A retrospective

Here I am again. It's night time, and I'm in bed. But not my bed, or even a night time from my home town. I'm in a guest bed in the vacation home of someone else. This night, isn't very much at all like the ones back home.
The smell of salt coming of the ocean. The infrequent sound of a fishing boats horn blowing off in the distance. The cool breeze off the water.

It's far too quite hear for my ears. I need the sound of passing traffic in the middle of the night. Or the roar of a airplane from the airport. Even the snores from my father if he's had a fight with his girlfriend and is crashing in the spare room will do.

I always wanted more time to think. And out here, I have plenty of time to do just that. But, now that I have all this time and all these thoughts running through my head, I just wanna be asleep someplace familiar.

I had such big plans, but had to put them on the back burner. I traded lofty ideas for some lofty new ones. This retrospective vacation seems to be pulling me in the new direction I was looking for.

I found clarity on the ocean breeze, and I will ride that wave All the way home.