While it takes a fair amount of time and effort to get here, by day -from some vantage points- you can see the city’s skyline in the distance. At night its glow -a dull, diffuse, orange- is an aurora urbanus marking North.
It’s on the periphery of what passes for the metropole’s economy, far enough away from the daily disruptions of place but still within the blast radius. Lately, a certain sub-species of mainlander has been making the rounds, peddling tired dreams.
But on a quiet weekend morning in winter, on an all-but-empty road doing a fair imitation of a rollercoaster, for a moment it’s a million miles away.