I enjoy my midnight rides. Especially when there are patches of clouds and a full moon.
More so the ride down state street. I get to see all the drifters, and nightowls like myself. Some of them gather in groups, while others meander out of, or into bars.
Some are the homeless, talking and joking with their belongings in bags around them.
Others are like me, people who stay silent, and ride through the night, pondering what it feels like to be central time plus four hours.
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