if you could see what I see
if you could see how far I ride
and the horizon never grows dark
you would be ashamed.
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I love riding my bike at night, especially around where I live, in the western suburbs of Chicago. The traffic dies after eight or so, and I can ride right down Main St without having to worry about getting run over.
This past Beltane, though, I decided to ride out, out far, into the fields and farmland beyond the shopping district, lay myself down and enjoy the stars. But no matter how far I pushed myself, how many of the streetlights and signs of civilization disappeared over the horizon, it was still very light out.
If I were king of the world, light pollution would be a fine-able offense.
There's just no reason for it.
This post was originally written in May of 2013 and never posted.