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Bike until you learn to fly
Oct. 20th, 2013 05:26 pm My boyfriend and I just went for a long bike ride along a leafy trail in a park next to a stream and my mind went completely nuts...or at least more so than is typical. I've been a little cooped inside with work and bad weather the past few days and then last night, I watched part one of the double episode called "Beginnings" in the Legend of Korra series. I don't know who knows about Korra and who doesn't, but it's a spinoff of the Avatar series and it doesn't tend to be nearly as wonderful. I'm basically still watching it only for the flashbacks of loved characters and glimpses of the uh...less modern and less irreverent past in the Avatar world. Beginnings, and its story of the first ever avatar did NOT disappoint. It was so different from what the series has become; such a completely beautiful and subtle animation style and an ancient world of spirits and people that seemed taken straight out of the mind of Hayao Miyazaki. Needless to say, I was captivated and fell asleep with my mind swirling with the images of the the forest scenes and the fantastical spirits. My dreams were wonderful.
I woke up this morning and hungrily drank up part two of the episode and then, still breathless from the climatic ending, we went on our bike ride. We love to wait until there's no one around and then get moving as fast as we can, stand up on the pedals and look up a little so we can no longer see our bikes and then just whip along over the leafy trail feeling likes birds in flight. It's always exhilarating and it never fails to make me feel the sensations of strong wings gliding over the ground but today it made my mind go out of control.
I felt so alive, speeding along in the crisp, cool air and once I was standing on the pedals and pumping with adrenaline with the beautiful Korra episodes still fresh in my mind, it was like I was drugged. My perception of my physical form slid into a kaleidoscope of ephemeral spirit-like shapes and glowing eyes and flowing colors and strange combinations of phantom animal forms and features, my surroundings took on surreal properties and my perspective flickered and jumped ahead of me until I felt like I actually was gliding through this rush of sensation, bike almost completely forgotten. The practical part of my brain that kept me from crashing into anything or falling was still there, but it was like it was on an extreme and largely ignored version of autopilot.
At some point I guess I decided that as exhilarating as this whole moment was, it was probably a better idea to calm things down a little and the next thing I knew I was standing beside my bike in a deeply wooded section of the trail, pressed up against my partner with blood pounding in my head and the sensations still moving in and out and rushing by me. I stood looking around me (I was told later with a look of utter excited amazement) and sort of looked about without really seeing much until my view on the world pulsed and melted and reconfigured itself and eventually grew less fantastical and deeply strange. My boyfriend chuffed at me and bumped my cheek and I collected myself behind calm snow leopard eyes. We spent several more hours out on the trail and the same feeling never quite came back, but I felt like I was flying the entire time, even when I wasn't standing on the pedals. God I love biking in the woods.
I woke up this morning and hungrily drank up part two of the episode and then, still breathless from the climatic ending, we went on our bike ride. We love to wait until there's no one around and then get moving as fast as we can, stand up on the pedals and look up a little so we can no longer see our bikes and then just whip along over the leafy trail feeling likes birds in flight. It's always exhilarating and it never fails to make me feel the sensations of strong wings gliding over the ground but today it made my mind go out of control.
I felt so alive, speeding along in the crisp, cool air and once I was standing on the pedals and pumping with adrenaline with the beautiful Korra episodes still fresh in my mind, it was like I was drugged. My perception of my physical form slid into a kaleidoscope of ephemeral spirit-like shapes and glowing eyes and flowing colors and strange combinations of phantom animal forms and features, my surroundings took on surreal properties and my perspective flickered and jumped ahead of me until I felt like I actually was gliding through this rush of sensation, bike almost completely forgotten. The practical part of my brain that kept me from crashing into anything or falling was still there, but it was like it was on an extreme and largely ignored version of autopilot.
At some point I guess I decided that as exhilarating as this whole moment was, it was probably a better idea to calm things down a little and the next thing I knew I was standing beside my bike in a deeply wooded section of the trail, pressed up against my partner with blood pounding in my head and the sensations still moving in and out and rushing by me. I stood looking around me (I was told later with a look of utter excited amazement) and sort of looked about without really seeing much until my view on the world pulsed and melted and reconfigured itself and eventually grew less fantastical and deeply strange. My boyfriend chuffed at me and bumped my cheek and I collected myself behind calm snow leopard eyes. We spent several more hours out on the trail and the same feeling never quite came back, but I felt like I was flying the entire time, even when I wasn't standing on the pedals. God I love biking in the woods.
