Hush of a river, roar of a crowd

Took a night time ride on my bicycle last night, along the Trinity Trail. The trail is undergoing some improvements(?) as it crosses under the University St bridge. So, in order to hop on the trail it's necessary to get on at Rogers Rd. According to google maps its 1842 Rogers Rd.

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The image here is misleading though. It looks like that, certainly, but they've thrown up some new condos along Rogers, north of the entrance you're looking at now. Currently there's a sign there in the shape of a stop sign saying: "stop look and lease." Something like that, you get the idea. To conclude and get to the point; TCU was having it's game against Utah last night and there was a record crowd of spectators on hand at the Amon Carter Stadium to see the game. As I rode along the dark, deserted and spooky trail, inhabited by no one but one hobo, the roar of the crowd competed with the sound of the Trinity River. I've never gone to professional sporting events, preferring rather the comforts of home. But the sound of the mob was exhilarating in a thumbs up/down, sort of way. Speeding along the trail at night, the cool wind rushing over me, the river silver, up and running, providing for me, its own rush of exhilaration.

a twilight gloaming

This will be insufficient, I know that and I'm admitting it right up front. Like most people, I was exceedingly glad when Friday evening arrived. Saturday is, for me, a day of rest. I did get out and ride the Trinity trails some but I had my buddy with me so I didn't get to ride as much as I wanted to. My buddy is a three hundred pound bruiser. A middle linebacker. It wasn't long before he'd gone as far as he wanted to go, so we ended up looping back to the starting point. Still, I was bone tired. Sunday was a beautiful day. Moderate temperatures with the sun tipping into the southern skies for winter.  For us, in the northern hemisphere, the sun is no longer baking us. The same sun though, that we're enjoying now, is over the southern hemisphere with an unblinking, merciless daytime heat.
Heading home from the library two young people, a young man and a young woman, on fixies, wheeled by. Gotta savor the moments. Now, is all we have, really.

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Friday approaches. I feel like Fred Flintstone sliding down the back of a brontosaurus and exclaiming yabba dabba doo!