“Wake! For the Sun, who scatter’d into flight
The Stars before him from the Field of Night,
Drives Night along with them from Heav’n,
and strikes
The Sultan’s Turret with a Shaft of Light”
― Omar KhayyamRubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Tricia made the arrangements. We were going to meet at Lunch Loop at 6:15. I knew that she’d invited another girl, Maggie, but when I got there Maggie and I discovered Becca had been invited as well. The three of us got to know each other a bit while waiting for Tricia. 15 minutes later we decided something had probably come up for Tricia so the three of us- who had met for the first time- decided we’d hit the trail together.

Half-way up Pet-e-kes while we re-grouped, Tricia caught up to us, and we were four. We continued up, took a left onto High Noon, Raven Ridge, and looped around Miramonte Rim. By then it was late in the morning, so Tricia and I cut out for home while the others continued on.

There’s something about riding with such agreeable women that you just don’t get elsewhere. There’s an instant camaraderie. We come from a variety of backgrounds and we are all in a different phase in our lives (though to be fair the three of them all have babies around 1-year and my “baby” is now 6). But through a shared enjoyment of riding our bikes, we have a common bond. I used to feel so intimidated riding with other women- other people in general- but the women I’ve ridden with lately are just so chill, accepting.

I can’t help but miss my sisters, in whose company I feel a very similar emotion- or I used to. There was a time I would see either or both of my older sisters at least once a week, and Lindsay more than that. Part of me misses those days, and part of me recognizes the growth I’ve embraced since then. I am content.

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