Tonight I went on a two hour bike ride around Olympia. It is something that i've done for as long as I can remember, biking around. Night is my favorite time to bike, it is cool out, the stars are shining, and all is quiet. There are more delivery trucks out than anything else on the roads. Sea-gulls caw from their hideouts, and random drunken Olympians leave half-eaten food at bus stops.
The magic of the night is not lost on me, it turns each block of city into an enclosed area, with its own special atmosphere. I miss late night biking as a child. I had such fun nights biking around with my best friends, and my brother. Looking back on my life I can remember many different adventures, in many different places, with a score of different people.
I've been suffering from writers block again. Still. Always. I don't know what to do to get past it. November is just around the corner, and I'll have a book to write. What can I do to shake it off? It is like a thick layer of volcanic ash settled over the windshield. Maybe not quite, but still somewhat similar. Both obscure a desired view, both are thick, and heavy.
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