Moments

The night was calm and the sky was speckled with urban stars. It spelled cool and decisive with sunset far gone and the morning still impossibly far away. I shivered as I took my keys out and started unlocking my bike. Anthony stood over me as I asked about his plans to get home. The bus will be here soon, he replies stoically.

Earlier in the evening we had jovially been drinking beers and playing board games. Each moment was spent deciding on pitchers to order together or outsmarting each other. We had arrived with such energy and enthusiasm which quietly died down as the games concluded and the winners were sorted out.

During the day I was not sure I'd make it to the bar, or really, through the hour. Mostly the couch was kept warm, my hands mindlessly swiping through the internet. I wanted to do more, but never knew what, or why I would do it. Before leaving I pulled out a tray, small bag and paper and concluded the whole day, the whole life, may not be a waste.

Putting my pannier on the bike rack, I looked at Anthony and slurred out, "Want to go around the corner?" He gave a winking grin and we stepped aside for a couple quiet minutes. Soon the smoke cleared from the air and went to our heads. I waved a quick goodbye to Anthony as his bus arrived and straddled my bike. As I put my foot to the pedal I looked up and thought, just for a moment, maybe everything will be alright.