On Sunday I rode my bike 45 miles- first West to Garfield Park, then South for a torta and pineapple water in Little Village, then further South to Marquette Park at 71st St, through the East Side and to the lake, Jackson Park, down a golf course and over a fence, onto the Lakefront Trail, listened to “The Noise Made By People,” 16 miles North to uptown, bought a catnip mouse and underwear, found a bench in Welles Park where I read my book Sex Drugs and Sea Slime and spoke with my sister, to the Music Box for a showing of Terence Davies’ 1992 memoir of childhood, The Long Day Closes, and back down Ashland Ave.
Keeping it rolling through a flowered springtime air of buds and mossy knolls.