xenah

There is not much I like more than riding a bike. I ride all the time everywhere. My car is useless, unless I am going to buy kitty litter and food.

The other night I was completely immersed in joy peddling down the starlit bike path. The wind was quiet but my mind raced loudly. I licked my lips and tasted the salty sweat, and for the first time this season I could smell the blooming flowers. It was so sweet and intoxicating intertwined with the feeling that it would rain soon. I peddled faster racing the night showers but in vain. Arriving home soaked and satisfied, I only wished it would not have to end so soon. Till tomorrow my bike, we will ride again.