i slept in an extra half hour this morning, curled around a person i have been curled around for the past month or so, and when i woke up, it was almost twilight. the jury is still deliberating whether or not stephanie meyer has forever ruined the word ‘twilight’, but it was almost not dark. confusing and joyful, 5:30am is always dark. we got up and stretched and ate and dressed and went out the back door to the shed that i have thought of as ‘my housemates’ bike storage shed’ because i have never used the shed once in the six months we’ve lived here, but today i went in the shed because i have a bicycle to ride. its name is Little Sky and it lives in the shed and I rode it to work today.
The ride takes 25 minutes if you are new to bicycle riding and have small legs. It is cool and crisp with little ups and downs and three quarters of the way through it you ride over my favorite bridge in seattle.
You spend the first fifteen minutes crisscrossing treelined residential streets that smell like flowers because tomorrow it will be april and THERE ARE FLOWERS EVERYPLACE and the whole world smells like my mother when I was six and we whooped and hollered and sang about that all the way to my job, that I arrived at 5 minutes early after sleeping a half hour later (fuck you seattle bus system), sweaty and happy.
