It's almost 3AM. I walk outside and I'm greeted by a cool fog that gently blankets the ground. The street light blaze dizzily through the thick mass, attempting to illuminate the sidewalks, but the gentle, grey, beast yawns and simply hugs the light, too.
I bike down the street, roll down a hill and cut through the mass that surrounds me, but the fog does not resist. It yawns again and parts to let me pass.
I pedal across the bridge and look to my right and see the gentle giant has also made a bed out of the stadium. The night is silent, and I am alone with the beast. He sleeps, and I hurry along to get back to my own bed.
I say, there is nothing more peaceful than being alone and biking across that bridge at 3AM where all that accompanies you is the great expanse of that stadium and the silence of the night.
What, or where, do you find peace with?
