agony ecstasy
Of course I celebrated Pi Day. But alas, my memory of pi has dwindled over the years, my childhood memorization remnants only amounts to 3.14159 26535 89793. Fifteen digits. In the old days, I could do so much better.
Of course I ate round foods and enjoyed all things spherical. Namely, the Earth - a program I hosted tonight being about global warming and the various ways students can reduce their carbon footprint. Needless to say, it was an inconvenient program. I may make it sound drab but it was actually amazing to watch the transformation from ignorance to “oh my, I get it”.
However, my Pi Day was mainly oriented around the wheels of my bike. After an afternoon of lab work, I hopped on the white stallion and rode off to Christiansburg. At midnight, I did it again. The midnight ride was so peaceful, the Wednesday night traffic not even existing on the roads I took. It also helps that Blacksburg is unusually bike-friendly; bike lanes are almost everywhere except downtown.
At this very moment, I am relaxed. Of course, though, I am sweaty and in need of some wash, but.. but my cheeks are cold from the still, not-quite-spring midnight air. And that feeling is inexpressably calming. I used to take midnight runs in my freshman year with the same results. This déjá vu causes no alarm, despite something bittersweet about the full circle hinting at its imminence. Almost like the last stop on the ferris wheel before you are requested to leave.
Maybe I could pay for a second ride. That time, I’ll only pay to go to the top.