Just Bike Riding
April 27, 2015
They seem so big.
And yet so small.
Everything feels strange.
Precarious.
Balanced.
But barely.
My skin prickles, and I hold my breath.
It’s just bikes.
Just my driveway.
Right?
They seem so big.
And yet so small.
Everything feels strange.
Precarious.
Balanced.
But barely.
My skin prickles, and I hold my breath.
It’s just bikes.
Just my driveway.
Right?
