Calling

Tonight I found my calling. Just lately my mid-week rides (apart from the daily commutes) have been done pre-dawn. However, this evening after riding home from work, I had a feeling that I really should get out for a ride tonight. I'm not sure where it came from, but it was definitely there, and I knew that if I didn't follow it, I would regret it for the rest of the evening. So I got on the bike and pedalled off, heading for Austinville on a wet and windy night.

Initially there seemed to be a lot of tension on the roads. One idiot decided to tailgate me for 2km -- not that this concerned me a great deal. If he wants to sit there all night I'm quite happy to let him do just that, and if it he gets upset or stressed about it, I'm quite happy to help him shorten his life that way, too. There were one or two others, but then, these only followed the group of morons I encountered on the way home from work -- a special team effort in stupidity that one. A car load of morons all trying to shout over the top of each other. Net result -- nobody had a clue what they were on about (I suspect they didn't either).

The ride started when I reached the valley. First of all there were the dense patches of mist, like giant ghosts at times. Then there were the glow worms -- there seemed to be thousands of them out this evening, even more than usual. After cutting through the forest, reaching the clearing (where the clouds overhead somehow managed to cast an entrancing and very slight light overhead), I turned and rode back into one of the most beautiful tropical downpours one could ever want to experience. This was something to totally redefine "pristine", then there was the scent of the rainforest, which took on it's own meaning entirely.

It was then I realised, this ride on this evening had been my calling. In future I'll trust my instincts more often.