I forgot

[vibrantabyss]

Just got back from a bike ride.  Dry when I started but shortly after setting out, solitary raindrops started finding me, once every dozen heartbeats or so.  By the time I was heading home, it was more than a drizzle.  The raindrops spattering down were slowly painting my jeans a darker blue, a cold stripe forming along my spine from the rooster tail coming off my back tire.  By the time I got home, my jeans were soaked solid, except for my lap.  My sweatshirt and t-shirt underneath both sodden rags.

I had forgotten how that felt.  How the cooling rain feels when my legs and lungs are pumping.  How raindrops bouncing off my eyes make me constantly blink, or look at the world through mostly lidded eyes.  Knowing wet brakes are worth almost nothing, and having to really be there in the moment, or risk disaster.

It feels good, and I am going to have to do it again soon.

I wonder what else I've forgotten...