Lately the end of my weekday commutes have been into the sunset. On some nights the landscape on the horizon is more glorious than others with the ever changing palette of colors. It is a firey work on display for us to feast our eyes. Each sunset is the usher of that magical transition from day light and day life to the night darkness and the life that teems unnoticed to most of us.

Yet that night life is just as alive and wonderful as that of the day. It sings a different tune and tells a different story. While the two-legged beasts go to their cubby dwellings and lay in their beds, the ground and air come alive with four-legged, many-legged and winged creatures of all sizes and shapes.

The Night is where the Wild Things are. All that hides in the day comes out to play, to hunt, to howl, to mate, to feast. The air is laden and heavy, wafting with scents that tickle the nose and senses. Smells that you can taste, sounds that tickle your skin. On a bike, the night and all its invisible nuances caress you. And you feel as if you are on a magic steed in a fantastical kindom.

Ride into the night. If you never go out into the night, you never find that primal part of you that hides during the day.

"Go out into the woods, go out. If you don't go out in the woods, nothing will ever happen and your life will never begin"
- Clarissa Pinkola Estes