Aux Reves: Tear At The Darkness All Around Me

Work today was bizarre. Although college prepared me for it, the education part of college did not. It's amazing how often that is the case. Last night, on the other hand, was gorgeous. There is something so sublime about 4:30 in the morning on a bike. It was dark and just quiet and still. No one was around- it felt as though no one was alive. It was moving through a ghost town with the wet leaves quietly sliding out from under my wheels. It was the deer standing in the middle of the road, just staring. A road that usually teems with cars, lane after lane after lane empty under the glow of the street lights. And a doe, just standing. She watched me stop and watch her for a few beats and then loped off, kicked up her heels, made it to the curb, disappeared into the shadows. Surreal. I knew it was cool out, and breezy, but I was warm for once. Flying down through the neighborhood, I made it almost from one end to the other without my feet touching the pedals. When I got home, I was giddy from the beauty of it all. Just to set the mood, my ipod chose a selection of Norah Jones, Jack Johnson, and Steve Long. Well played ipod, well played.

These are some of my favorite photos, hands down. I was going for the effect of being 'caught in the act', and I feel like we achieved that. I guess, in a way, this post goes along with the post on celebrities' lives being perpetually caught on film (This Post).