Itch

There will be other opportunities to enjoy the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, (maybe as soon as June 2021), so you’ve got to follow the metaphorical tides instead and just see where the current takes you, and if that’s, at first, a beloved pea patch atop a refurbishing parking garage, then so be it.

Not everything has to be everything; everything is something, after all.

Afterwards, it’s not once-in-a-lifetime, but it is only a couple times a year at most, so when you ride in the lane rather than the sidewalk, and arrive at the Aurora Bridge via sidewalks and catwalks, that’s fully unprecedented and, given the overpass hike-a-bike, probably never to be essayed again, at least in this lifetime, so there’s that, as well.

And, I, at least, never remember ever having to abort from stopping by a Woodland Park park shelter because people are living in tents inside, but then, again, one doesn’t get out much these days, so it could be—and apparently is—quite commonplace.

Moreover, although it’s as much of a trope as drinking gin and tonics on a yacht, drinking beer and smoking weed at a skatepark never gets old, especially when you get to do so while reading almost set-designed graffiti like “Smoke Weed, No Haters,” yeah.

Finally, a nightcap at the brand-newish waterside park with the big yellow chairs has been done before, but the running total of such experiences is still way down in the single digits, so already beats in newness what it might someday lack in rarity; I’ll take that, as well.

TooTall, earning style points for showing up in spite of it all, noted that the evening’s festivities, such as they were, “scratched the itch,” and come to think of it, that’s all you’re ever looking for when all is said&done.

Sometimes, just the next thing is the thing; nothing we ever do is something we’ve done before; all rides, unlike excellence, easy as they are rare.