Enough

 Enough is enough is enough is enough.

Getting rousted by the cops is plenty, as well.

Let science inform our choices.

And remind us to go to bed.

Mornings after a night out on two wheels can be surprising.  If you get up early enough and do all the usuals, you can make it into the day before feeling hungover.  

Same goes for destinations the night before: the park is never quite exactly where you expect it to be, so it’s good to have local expertise to guide you towards the place you thought you wanted to get to all along.

Spruced up, or maybe just especially lovely in the crepuscular glow through the windows of the luminous squat warehouse across the way, the former gas station artifacts made first-time visitors gape in awestruck wonder and those who’d been there before think “Yep.  This is fine.”

It makes a big difference when there’s someone who cares about and for the garden; the bearded irises, in particular, put a smile on one’s face.

Nature, they say, abhors a vacuum, which is why, I believe, pedaling fools rush in to fill the void created by some sort of civic project that turned the former RV parking lot and homeless community back into just a bit of industrial wasteland by the waters of our fair city’s Superfund site river core, where cardboard and sticks could be coaxed into igniting palettes for just long enough to attract the attention of authorities who were ultimately far more interested in seeing our taillights in the distance than making a fuss.

Once again, thankfully, privilege is a privilege.

Subsequently, there was scattering towards points north and east.

Perhaps someday I’ll tire of the way the right combination of effects and causes makes the final hill home not quite so steep, but for now, and in the foreseeable future. I’ll keep being satisfied with this much of enough, enough being enough, enough of the time.