Yesterday I began riding my trusty bike into the great unknown. It wasn't long before I ran across an intersection I'd been starting to recognize after all my (lost) excursions.
I decided to take the road I'd not been down before, and at some point I stumbled into the public market. Just beyond that lay a set of rails and a forbidden road, blocked off to cars due to construction.
I picked up my bike and carried it across the tracks to see where the fresh asphalt led.
A curiously massive rock loomed in the middle of the construction, flanked by monolithic towers soaked in gold:
Behind me lay the market, the city, and the sun.
It was a beautiful adventure, and by the time I came back to cross the sea of newborn blacktop, it was dark. There were no lights compared to other places in the city, but it was a smooth and unhinderable ride across the deep. The peace and calm were beautiful, and the night air was amazing.
Sometimes words and pictures aren't enough to express the wonder in a place.
