I ride with the cool of night urging me on as I wander the streets and neighborhoods close to where I live. My imagination wanders as I wander for hours. I hear sounds and I see things of stories created in my mind.
A cup falling to the floor, shattering upon impact, and a bell ringing like an old fashioned bicycle bell. A story about time and changing time appears to me. Things in rewind.
I ride to clear my mind of the overwhelming things of my life. I ride to escape. I ride with no place to go. I ride until I feel like going home and going to bed. I ride because I can.
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