late night

No more forced deep topics. I can't consistently right them. As some youth pastor said a while ago, quality comes for quantity.

I'm getting into motorcycles again. There's something about riding in the night, whether longboards or (I suspect) motorcycles, that just gives me such peace. In fact, even something about the night. When I see pictures of the Chicago skyline along Lake Michigan, or Sheridan Rd, or NYC streets at night, I get good feelings, not because the picture is well-taken, but I just have good memories associated with those places.

I always tell myself that I wouldn't want to work in Chicago, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Even though it's terribly dangerous, I love wondering around at night when there's less people, less traffic. The people that are out are out for fun, not for business or school.

I guess different parts of the day have different feeling associated with them. Morning quiet peace, afternoon energy, and night reflection of the day.

Anyway, I think I'll try to be a standby on this weeks motorcycle training class. We'll see if it works.