Wow

photo by altercator

Everyone was so excited by the music, they accidentally left the music behind.

TehJobies got catastrophically dropped on the way out even though his wheels were the source of all the commotion driving the congregation along.

Which just goes to show that a bigger part of everything is mainly the idea of it—although the actuality can be that much more flabbergasting when you stand slightly to the side and overview the panorama of it.

We inhabit the universe inside our heads, which is one reason why being out on two wheels doors of a spring evening so soft and fluffy that it could have been an etching of a watercolor or vice versa becomes so apt a reminder that on nights like this it’s almost impossible to believe what you see.

Still, you can tell that you’re catching up to the music bike by the beatific look on the faces of trail-walkers passing by, and so even though a few broke rule number one by following Derrick, there was never any question that reunion would be achieved.

Romance was certainly in the air as I think it was Monica who noted and Stephen who observed and pretty soon all the loneliness and quiet of the way out was forgotten and there arose more good old-fashioned SOC and PDC shimmying than anyone deserves to go along with everything else that plastered a smile to one’s mug.

I chalk it up to all the pollen in the air or something, the birds and the bees, and flowers and trees; we’re just animals, after all, albeit ones with a striking ability to convert alcohol molecules to conga lines at dusk.

One must have done something really good in a past life to enjoy something like this in this one; perhaps many of us were similar heroes bringing tunes and intoxicants to our own little kin groups or high courts; if ever left behind, we’re definitely all caught up now.