It's dusk. Lampposts are turned on. The air is filled with tiny insects. They annoy me as I pass by them. I'm speeding up to avoid the little critters. Damn, I hate the feeling of bugs crawling on me. "But who cares?" I told myself for a moment. "I'm riding my bike and no one's going to stop me!"
I can feel the cool breeze touch my face. It becomes cooler as I go faster. The wheels keep turning even though I stopped pedaling for a while now. That's how fast I was going.
I can feel the cool breeze touch my face. It becomes cooler as I go faster. The wheels keep turning even though I stopped pedaling for a while now. That's how fast I was going.