early in the morning

early in the morning my town is a sleepy place that is still waiting quietly for the day to begin and what that looks like and sounds like and feels like is people moving around and cars and trucks and buses and especially bicycles and electric motor scooters whizzing past. it sounds like people talking about sometimes serious and sometimes not at all important to me matters that are everything to those voicing them loudly enough for everyone else to temporarily become a feature of their lives. it looks like boys - always boys - on skateboards making their way up the sidewalk and hoping that the police don't ticket them 'cause they haven't got a cent to their name 'cause it's all in the skateboard, the sweet kicks, and the tender t they're wearing . . . but for now it's super quiet and empty and i'm riding downtown for the big "noble pursuit" race . . . . more about THAT tomorrow . . .