Date night on bikes

Hillary and I try to have a date night once or month of so.  On a recent Saturday night it was the typical handoff to the baby sitter and race out the the door whose timing rests on many ingredients including mild planning, luck, and I hope to think some parenting skill.   We usually take the bus on date night.  But for lack of at least one ingredient, we missed the bus.  Headed to the Guthrie Theater to see "M Butterfly",  we quickly realized we could ride our bikes.  What an excellent decision that was.  It was a beautiful night and our route was along the Mississippi River. 

Pedaling through the warm summer evening, wind in our hair,
We are pedaling faster, hoping to beat our missed bus,
Tent caterpillars descending from the trees above,
Cottonwood fluff ascending, wafting lazily on the summer breeze.

We pull up beside the Guthrie Theater and file in with hundreds to enjoy an excellent production of "M Butterfly."

Darkness has fallen, we pedal homewards discussing the play,
Sipping the cooling air with the wind in our hair.

What a date night!