Tonight is not turning my bike around when it started to pour.
Tonight is rain pelting my skin, soaking my clothes, filling my shoes with water.
Tonight is searching for the rainbow and not finding it.
Tonight is gratitude for the bumpy road and the hard saddle between my legs (yeah, I said that).
Tonight is watching two people carry two ducks down the road and then go swimming with them.
Tonight is pushing ******* the hills, taking the corners a little too fast, risking the new, smooth tires on the sandy gravel road and nearly wiping out, but not.
Tonight is gratitude for my legs, my heart, my lungs, my spirit that will not settle for easy, that keeps pushing through day after day.
Tonight is racing the darkness home and winning, just barely.
Tonight is coming home to a cat who loves me and ice cream waiting.