Every silver cloud has a bicycle lining.
Every shining day has two wheels in its heart.
Every golden afternoon has a ding ding bell ringing with wild abandon.
Every electric night has a bicycle with a woman speaking a language other than your own.
Each chill dawn has a bicycle leaning against a tree.
Each easy morning has a bicycle locked up at the local coffee shop. Pondering an idea.
In each fleeting moment, a spin of the pedals.
In every passing face, the promise of balanced self-propulsion.
In each revolution of the wheel, distance unrolling from your own feet.
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ReplyDeleteGood pic, JRA! That cloud is OBVIOUSLY a lowracer recumbent!
ReplyDeleteThat is one shiny, fast looking recumbent, light as a cloud, BluesCat.
DeleteI love the picture of the cloud! You have captured a perfect moment there ...
ReplyDeleteThanks, bicyclesinnewcastle. While I firmly hold that all clouds are perfect, this one struck me as more photogenic than others, from where I was riding at that moment.
DeleteAgreed. Skies always seem more spectacular from the seat of the bike.
DeleteIrreverently, he inquires if the bicycle locked at the local coffee shop has a yellow card on it?
ReplyDeleteNo Steve, it seems that the bicycle was left there for just-a-minute, then the cloud must have floated by, engulfed it, and floated on. There is no bicycle.
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