Long ride. Intensely lonely. The moon, the darkness, the empty road, and the lonely wail of the valk my only company.
Introspection. Time for thoughts. Moods darken and change. The passion rises, and then, unfulfilled, calls forth the darkside of the man. My demons materialize with it and gain strength as the night gets colder and my mood gets darker.
A quote to fit the mood often pops into my head at these times, and this night was no different:
“There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery”
– Joseph Conrad
My response to these thoughts can often make or break a night…can win me or lose me the battles with the things that hunt me in the dark and cold.
This night, my response won hands down:
“Fuck it. There’s Belgium Chocolate ice-cream in the freezer.”