Never See an End

"...

Junebug skippin' like a stone

With the headlights pointed at the dawn

We were sure we'd never see an end to it all...

Lamented and assured

To the lights of the towns below

Faster than the speed of sound

Faster than we thought we'd go

Beneath the sound of hope

Justine never knew the rules

Hung down with the freaks and ghouls

No apologies even need be made

I know you better than you fake it, to see

That we don't even care

To shake these zipper blues

And we don't know

just where our bones will rest

To dust I guess

Forgotten and absorbed into the earth

Below..."

(Corgan)

Turning onto another street that narrows in the distance, but houses push away as I pass from light to light until the end is reached, another turn, another street and it starts again. The first night ride of the season, and by that I mean the first ride on which the head and tail lights were turned on from the get-go. Last winter I lost all interest of heading out after dark part way through the season. That wasn't any good for maintaining a half-way decent level of fitness, so here's to being more dedication this winter, a return to the way things always were.

colors of the season abound, purple and orange, freaks and ghouls