The big one. Many months of rumination and mental preparation led me here. Daydreaming and waiting for the perfect conditions; you’d be hard pressed to find ones much better than these. A picturesque autumn day. Sunny skies, a soft breeze, and a northern tailwind to push me along. This beautiful southward glide led me down through the Empire State trail, following the bygone railroad lines on a voyage through the past. Had an immaculate playlist for the first 4 hours until my speaker died. The last half was pure meditative riding and catching ideas. Thoughts come and go as the mind drifts into the colors of the forests and foothills. So many sights: the lush swampland, the rocky woods, the shimmering rivers, the gentle fields, all welcome friends upon the journey. The Rivendell was a trusty steed, keeping me steady and in-motion the whole way through, floating on a cloud. As the sun finally set, the melancholy of dusk brought me back into the city for the final stretch. A vision of home, alien and warm.…