Stroll

 Walking your bike is dumb.  It doesn’t even make linguistic sense.  But you do notice more of your surroundings on foot, like that iridescent algae on the sides of the locks.

Appeasement might not be such a bad strategy when officials are all worked up.  So, unsaddling, why not?  

But downhill is different.  And if the intention is to make things better for everyone, then their rules should be re-examined.

Scientific principles prevail, in any event; no shortage of oxygen for the fire, even if smoke smokes ‘em out.

On the tip-top of the tippy-top, memories remembered, remember?

Suppose it were established that the entire community of consciousnesses has divided itself between human beings and most of everything else.  Wouldn’t the trees and natural cycles, for the most part, align themselves against us?  Can you blame them?

We’d have to have the rats and possums on our side, though. They do better with us, as do, probably raspberries and corn, for instance.  What an endless battle/dance it would forever be.  And maybe already is.

Don’t forget that what we really need to wonder about is: where does all the water go?

Measurable rainfall is a thing and one that, with any luck, we’ll have to get more used to soon.  In the meantime, though, both freshwater and saltwater can be sampled in a single evening, even if the later only goes over your toes.  

Technically speaking: two swims; no exaggeration whatsoever: two fires, one like some sort of signal beacon from a Tolkien trilogy, the other more of a cheery circle of increasing connection.  The good news is, no bikes went missing, no bones were broken, and not a single person ended up in jail and hardly even a talking-to.

Summer’s not over yet, no way.  Sure, it’s getting darker earlier, but that just means you’ve got to bring more of your own light to the party.  You know how it’s done; just keep on getting lit.