They ran in that resonance which is the world itself and which cannot be spoken but only praised’ (Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses).

I rode home last night through a bracing wind. It was coming up from the harbour when I crossed the bridge. The sun had just set behind the city buildings and the water was dark. Deep and blue, but only just.

The road leading up to Observatory Hill was dark too and the lights on passing bikes were bright in that darkness. It was hard to see and I was frightened, a little. Or tentative. The coming night held an animal grace that I did not. Elemental. And yet, there I was, riding in that alien beauty.

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  1. Oh my. This is beautiful. Only recently I was riding behind a friend in almost pitch darkness by the merri creek… I took a photo as I could only see her light, mine and the moon… exquisite… and yes a little scary… but as exhilarating as that biting breeze.

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