First post in the week-long "BIKE COMMUTE STORY WEEK", Monday, February 01.#mybikestory
"Everything changes and nothing remains still ... and ... you cannot step twice into the same stream." - Heraclitus of Ephesus
I enjoy riding beside the River. It's a lot more peaceful than riding with sharks . . . er . . . motor vehicles . . . on the surface streets. It also gives me the space to consider the eternally changing now that the River represents and is.
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This morning's fog had obscured the Capitol when I first looked out my door. By the time I left for work the fog had lifted a bit and I could once again see the Capitol. Not so the River.
The Levee contains not only the River but the cold air above its chill waters. With the warm air coming in from the Gulf what choice was there but to have a deep, rich, luxuriant fog? A fog that hid barges, casinos, and push-boats along with the water they rode upon.
Riding downriver there is a curiously and obviously cooler region along the levee between the Paper Clip and the soon-to-be-rebuilt City Pier. The temperature difference is noticeable especially where it allows fog to overrun the Levee.
A little further downriver the warm air on the land side of the Levee takes over and drives the fog back into the trees of the batture. This back and forth, warm against cold, fog against clarity, continues sporadically all the way to the Vet Med trailhead where I descend and once again play with mechanical sharks.
Before I reach my "exit" I happen to look up as the fog, rising now with the morning heat, thins and the world brightens a bit. The disk of the sun is there, blocked somewhat by the fog, bearable in its terrible brilliance. So far away and yet so large, so powerful, that power somehow magnified by the fog. . . the lizard brain at the base of my skull wants to run, to hide from that, to find safe haven before its full power is revealed.
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