Odd morning

I didn't sleep last night, too busy packing for a temporary camping trip while my power's disconnected. I fit everything I needed into a canvas bag, looped it onto my handlebars, and biked over to the next town at six in the morning. The air was cold, like "pleasantly warm day in December" cold. The sky was dark, covered by thick clouds all over except just on the eastern horizon where the sun's first rays peeked through. And there were many more people on the highway than I'm used to, because they all commute to work at that time in the morning, and I don't.

With only a few bright pink glimpses of the sun, and more light coming from all the headlights around me,  the weight of my bag, and the stinging blare of my tinny little headphones against the roar of the wind, I felt very boxed in, and a little claustrophobic.

The whole journey felt kind of surreal, kind of like a dream. Probably because I was very tired, as usual.