Day 32, The Lunar Day

Oh, Mr Moon, I see you there and know that you see me. Here, on this straight and blue-black road. Cranking in the half light with my beam thrown out in a fast ball pitch and my tires humming and me smiling at the stars and the night and you. You’re peering over night’s mantle and throwing down your washed out not-full moonlight. Just enough to make the morning seem likes it’s rushing in. Rushing, rushing from a late night out with one too many drinks and feeling that trip-trap stagger dawn. It is 5:30am and I am riding into …