At one in the morning, riding back from campus, I think I was looking as much for an excuse to explore as for a way back into Granville. Between two houses, a small alley led to overgrown steps and a chain-link gate. Dismounting to check the padlock, I stepped over a smashed bottle, from which beer trickled, puddled, and evaporated, mixing with the scent of honeysuckle nectar. And back on the sidewalk, one girl called out of a passing group, "I like your bike," at which I laughed uncertainly and said nothing, too bemused for wit.
Summer is near, and morning nearer. Blinds down, eyes closed.
posted on Saturday, May 06, 2006
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