Often this summer, I traveled by bicycle as much for classes, races that job. Sometimes required course, but usually by choice: the bike is nicer and faster than the bus, cheaper and more rewarding than self. It's green, and it will format my calves. With any luck, it also allows me to tan. But cycling is not always an easy task. Out of work and coming home on two wheels at rush hour, so it's convenient, you can double all the cars, but then they happily slaloms on one side and the other, even with a nice aerodynamic helmet screwed on full ventilation coconut, we know that the slightest relaxation of vigilance can be fatal. Must have eyes in the back of the head (or, failing that, good mirrors). And the bike is fun on flat ground, on bike lanes carefully managed for our pleasure, but in real life when you live in the uptown area and we work in the lower town, even when you take the rue de la Pente Douce to go back to the house, c ' is cotton with legs and the heart that wriggles like a frog with epilepsy that finally puts the bike in the garage at 16:30 ...
BUT!
. There are cycling at night. And then, the movement is no longer a problem. Here, the slopes are more unpleasant. There, the sun and heat are no longer overwhelming. At this time, when I returned from a working evening or night out in Old Quebec, the bike takes on significance. The road is mine. The wind whistling around me is mine. The sky and its tiny urban stars are mine. Cold is an ally, it stirs the blood and mobilizes all the will of my exhausted body. My ears are numb beat to the rhythm of my heart, I whiz, I do not know if you can imagine how the fuck I am!
And all this just to talk about the stars, because they are beautiful. Because in town, sometimes you notice them, like tonight, biking in the streets that the city budget to be deleted from the list of those requiring streetlights, when the dark can see a moment, the Big Dipper or Small (there I just bluffing, because I recognize only the Great). A tiny flicker, a shy glance. You get used to the limit can not see them anymore. The lights of the cities are more exhilarating for some.
BUT!
. There are the stars of the campaign. I would say that it happened to me twice already, this shock stellar. The first time I lived in Paris for a little over a month. Paris, tell me a city like that, so dazzling as the stars appear embarrassed to show themselves, ashamed of their Lilliputian purity. Neither views nor known, I think if I lived in Paris all my life, I had not known the meaning of the word "star". Still: this time, this fall, I went to Britain for those who remember, history live two nights in the forest Broceliande, "alone in a strange man who lives in a chack wood on the edge of the forest of Merlin "in the words of Edith (" you're crazy! "she added). There I had my yurt to me (and chat), and I found the campaign for the first time in ages (it seemed). Shortly before going to bed the first night, I'm out of my yurt and I remained frozen, speechless, spellbound, hypnotized, under the influence of the strong lightning strike in my career as a woman. The sky was filled with stars. The sky is always filled with stars, but planning makes us believe otherwise. The neon lights are our stars. It is brainwash. But then, I received an electric shock which revived me. And I stayed frozen for long minutes, head to the sky, fireflies in the eyes. It was beautiful, the boys, it was BEAUTIFUL! You must live it is not even describable, a black sky, no light passes through or does not UFO disorder, studded (the word) of all these constellations, as an amazing tapestry.
I said that this finding shock happened to me twice. The second is tonight, I just experienced the opposite effect: I suddenly realized the poverty of the sky of Quebec, while only a few super-powerful manage to attract the eye briefly . Tonight, I felt a strong nostalgia for the rustic heaven so fine that does not have enough time to enjoy, and which we can only dream, when they are away.
Edith spoke of Mars as bright as the moon. Naive or not, I say it's okay, the important thing is to take the time to look up and watch a bit, the stars.
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