forward in the moonlight
at midnight darkness wiping our faces
beginning as one but soon becoming
individual drops of rain pouring
rolling through deserted streets
through forgotten history
memory matters little in the here and now
of August heat
moonlight pooling through spoked wheels
we cast no shadows
only the wind we create
The annual Moonlight Ramble bicycle ride was held last night, or this morning, to be more precise. Each year about 10,000 cyclists gather at midnight on a Sturday in August to ride a 7-mile or 14-mile route.
Photograph: Moonlight Ramble 2009 by Tour De Moose.
disappearing into dawn mist