I'm up early again, riding my bike before dawn. Solitary, going to meetings. As I should be, I see.
It was like this when I first got sober, in Chicago. A clown on a bike, with nobody around, the fading moon or a star over my shoulder as I go. All respectable people who have no problems, asleep or trying to wake up.
The bike lanes are wider here, the roads smoother, with no parked cars to negotiate around.
Along the way I see bunnies, like in Oak Park -- they are tamer and hardly run away from me when I pass them.
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Irvine
August 2013
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