Left the house at sunset, rode out the Minuteman to Bedford Street, Lexington, and back, 14 miles. After leaving the roads, cut back to taillight only for the first half hour, part of the dark-adapted majority. Switched on the headlights at dusk, joining the lanternfish. Rolled out to the turn-around point, where the Lexington Town Yard kept bright, silent vigil, waiting to be of use.
Rolled back through the darkness, punctuated by the lights of Lexington Center. The temperature dropped noticeably riding through Arlington's Great Meadows, and the
Night Chorus was in good voice. This ride, a hinge between two busy weeks cluttered with tasks and obligations, gave me a feeling of peace.
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