Designing in the Dark – by Michel Hébert
At 3 a.m., somewhere between the south edge of Lake Huron and Goderich, the sky began to split open.
We were five riders deep into a Flèche, tracing a line across Southern Ontario, 420 kilometers in 24 hours. The roads were hushed, as if the world had stepped away and left the lights burning. The sky held its breath. Rain was forecast, but the storms passed just wide of us, as though we were being spared, or simply overlooked.
What I remember most from that hour is the lightning. Not the crack of it, but the light. It bloomed on all sides, lighting up the wind turbines, the dark water, and the...