critical mass / november

[nibot]

ah, a good day. my face is burning in the snug warm house, just come in from four or so hours bicycling about town, in a critical mass that wasn't quite so massive. ryan, ted-from-chicago, and me. i guess everyone else was on vacation. it was great anyway, bicycling along the river, through the trees that are barren now of leaves, but leafed now by crows, big black birds that migrate to a cold and bitter place. we cycle down the track and the crows scatter as leaves. the river is glassy smooth, all in grays, the city rises up before us as a postcard. in the morning: my cousin george's water polo game. evening: huge meal at the dear atomic eggplant, and a visit to greenwood books.