It was a while in coming (nearly a year)… What began as two acquaintances getting to know one another ended up becoming a grand adventure of the sort that paves the way to good friendship.
With Shelley away for the weekend in San Francisco the perfect opportunity presented itself. After a solo precursor of cookies and film Quicksilver.. I gathered up a few things (bike lights, cash, etc) grabbed the bike and set off to meet St. Petersburg, Florida.
Over the next six hours I cavorted over her streets, sometimes pedaling my way, at others walking to seep in her details. I followed many of the same paths I had on previous encounters but with new and wider eyes. Coffee Pot Bayou, USF campus, The Pier, Downtown, along Central Avenue, Tropicana
She showed me her beauty – A thunderstorm over the bay, while the full moon occasionally eclipsed by clouds still shown brightly overhead
She showed me her dark side – gunshots, police, cruisers, flashing lights and a striking african american male in subtle drag telling his story (relevant or not) to all in the vicinity
I felt her caress – the light and gentle rain, the breezes guided by her structures
I heard her voice – the hums and whirrs… the traffic on brick and pavement, the waves lapping at her shores, the sounds of the creatures that dwell within.
I sensed her energy… watched her as she slept…. as she stirred to wake on the new day
I know her better now. We are on the path to becoming good friends.
A place where a person lives may not explicitly dictate what can be done or how, but it does impose its own quirks on the things you may want to do.
The above image is a cropped version of the only time I stopped to take a photo. Click on it for the expanded version.