naisme
11-21-03, 09:37 AM
The wind has been blowing a lot up here in minnesnowless, which makes us stronger riders for the summer months, and hill climbing. The other day I made my commute in my normal everyday fasion of carping about the wind, since it was in my face on the way to work and on the way home.
As I made the last turn for the home stretch, still 3 miles away, I climbed this little rise, and chanced a look over my shoulder, and saw an amazing site, one I've never seen in all my years in the Twin Cities. There was this big shaft of green light high over the city, but it wasn't over the city. My jaw dropped and I climbed a little further to make sure I wasn't seeing things, took off my glasses. Nope that was not light of the city captured in clouds, this green shaft of light did a little dance, and then disappeared.
I felt stupid, humbled, and awed. I have seen the Northern Lights before, just not over a brightly lit city, usually you have to get out in the country to see these things, but there it was. It came at a time when I was bemoaning furiously how the wind sucked, and there was not reason for it, what good did it do. And as if to say "Hey you on the bike, get your head out of your arse. Look around you, see anyone in a steel coffin seeing this?" And I remembered the ride to work, seeing a red fox, and the other rides this week with deer and bunny rabbits.
I don't know that I quite heard the pop, but I think I'm going to try to be a bit more aware of my surroundings as I force myself into these winds that kick up on the prairrie. Maybe I'll find some grattitude for the strong headwinds to and from work.
As I made the last turn for the home stretch, still 3 miles away, I climbed this little rise, and chanced a look over my shoulder, and saw an amazing site, one I've never seen in all my years in the Twin Cities. There was this big shaft of green light high over the city, but it wasn't over the city. My jaw dropped and I climbed a little further to make sure I wasn't seeing things, took off my glasses. Nope that was not light of the city captured in clouds, this green shaft of light did a little dance, and then disappeared.
I felt stupid, humbled, and awed. I have seen the Northern Lights before, just not over a brightly lit city, usually you have to get out in the country to see these things, but there it was. It came at a time when I was bemoaning furiously how the wind sucked, and there was not reason for it, what good did it do. And as if to say "Hey you on the bike, get your head out of your arse. Look around you, see anyone in a steel coffin seeing this?" And I remembered the ride to work, seeing a red fox, and the other rides this week with deer and bunny rabbits.
I don't know that I quite heard the pop, but I think I'm going to try to be a bit more aware of my surroundings as I force myself into these winds that kick up on the prairrie. Maybe I'll find some grattitude for the strong headwinds to and from work.
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