a morning's moment
Nov. 3rd, 2002 07:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tugrik4:45am, Interstate 5, southbound out of Sacramento. It's 37 degrees. At speed, the modern windchill charts say the air I'm slipping through is a mere 8 degrees Farenheit. It feels it.
Black-sky turns silver-grey, then reddish, then blue. As the Altamont pass lifts me from the valley floor, the warm sunrise shines on my back like a gentle push towards home.
Safe and sound after 6h:30m on two wheels. A cozy ride to see wonderful people and a day of 22 hours awake come to a close. Time to curl up in a ball and sleep.
Black-sky turns silver-grey, then reddish, then blue. As the Altamont pass lifts me from the valley floor, the warm sunrise shines on my back like a gentle push towards home.
Safe and sound after 6h:30m on two wheels. A cozy ride to see wonderful people and a day of 22 hours awake come to a close. Time to curl up in a ball and sleep.
