The word “glorious” comes from the Latin gloriosus, meaning (among other things) renowned, famous, boastful, and full of pride, all of which are terms that could be used to describe aspects of the ride, which—with only a couple of wrong turns—found its way to the charming waterside park I’d scouted out earlier in the day.
It was Fancy Fred, I think, who described the descent down the fresh asphalt through the woods to Lake Washington as glorious and my fellow aqua-phile Jimmy, I believe, who used the term to refer to the experience of paddling about in the water, which—at this late date in the summer—remains slightly warmer than the night air as we eke out the last few swims of the season.
But there’s another meaning of “glorious,”— an archaic usage that is even more appropriate. Back in the day, people used the word as a synonym for “blissfully drunk.”
So at it turns out, many were glorious on such a glorious evening.
Glory be.
I’ll never be the wayfarer that Joeball is, nor an organizer like tehJobies, but I’m glorious (in the non-archaic sense) to note that I did manage to navigate the pack, with only a couple hiccups, to a place that few, if any, had been to before on a Thursday night. And if my preferred route out of the park wasn’t the one most people took, so be it.
The quartet that did meander my way were treated to a loping ride on the moonlit ridge and views of Seattle’s downtown industrial core that were, in a word, glorious.
As the days get shorter and the nights cooler, one can’t help but feel a little melancholy at the passing of summer; so it’s heartwarming to stockpile memories of such evenings as sustenance for the dark months ahead.
Of course, as the night wore on, there fewer and fewer recollection to be had; I’m certain, though, they were glorious.
It was Fancy Fred, I think, who described the descent down the fresh asphalt through the woods to Lake Washington as glorious and my fellow aqua-phile Jimmy, I believe, who used the term to refer to the experience of paddling about in the water, which—at this late date in the summer—remains slightly warmer than the night air as we eke out the last few swims of the season.
But there’s another meaning of “glorious,”— an archaic usage that is even more appropriate. Back in the day, people used the word as a synonym for “blissfully drunk.”
So at it turns out, many were glorious on such a glorious evening.
Glory be.
I’ll never be the wayfarer that Joeball is, nor an organizer like tehJobies, but I’m glorious (in the non-archaic sense) to note that I did manage to navigate the pack, with only a couple hiccups, to a place that few, if any, had been to before on a Thursday night. And if my preferred route out of the park wasn’t the one most people took, so be it.
The quartet that did meander my way were treated to a loping ride on the moonlit ridge and views of Seattle’s downtown industrial core that were, in a word, glorious.
As the days get shorter and the nights cooler, one can’t help but feel a little melancholy at the passing of summer; so it’s heartwarming to stockpile memories of such evenings as sustenance for the dark months ahead.
Of course, as the night wore on, there fewer and fewer recollection to be had; I’m certain, though, they were glorious.
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