Lake Union

Oct 05 2005

I try to ride my bicycle to work whenever I can, but it’s not nearly as often as I’d like. I usually wake up too late, or come up with some excuse to drive instead. That’s a shame, because the ride is a good way to see the city, feel like I live in it, and feel like I’m alive at all. It also gives my brain a good amount of time to do nothing but think. Here’s a striking scene I encountered on the way home one evening.