So, tonight Sean took me for a ride on his motorbike. I love the free feeling of racing with the wind. I love how I am fully aware of every smell and change of temperature. Usually when we ride, Sean takes us racing down the highway because he loves the feel of speed, but tonight was all about me. It was my kind of ride. Slow, with no particular destination. Time for looking and dreaming and taking it all in.
We drove into the quaint little neighbourhood of Inglewood, looking at the unique old houses. We saw a great spired church and a group of elderly playing bocce. We saw people sitting out on their front steps cooling off from the day's heat that accumulated inside their homes.
After winding around for a while, lost in thoughts around the beauty of summer and how fortunate we were at that moment to be out on the bike, we found ourselves on a hill directly across from downtown. We stopped for a moment, looking into the sun and listening to live orchestra music coming from somewhere across the river.
Back on the bike, we drove through one of the more wealthy neighbourhoods and surprisingly both agreed that the little quaint houses were more our style. Along the way, I was trying to guess which Starbucks we would eventually stop at. It was Mardaloop and we refreshed ourselves with green and passion tea lemonade sitting side by side on a wooden bench.