Cycling through the dark forest after work. I am the only person on this planet. The cold wind finds a tiny spot somewhere below my scarf into my zipped up parka crawling along my chest. The tyres make loud swishing noises when I hit unseen puddles. The clouds open up and the moon shines on me and me alone. Here I go, my hands are freezing, chronic gastritis gnawing away at my stomach, something painful going on between my bladder and my inflamed intestines, cold tears running from my eyes to my ears, my hands are freezing inside the latest thermal gloves, I am 57 years old. I am racing through the dark silent forest with the moon shining on me and me alone. I am a miracle. I am the only person on this planet.
6 comments:
As am I.
You are an amazing human being.
I am 57 too. You take my breath away, cycling through the dark moonlit woods. I could not do it. You are indeed a miracle.
This is beautiful. You describe this moment so well. Thank you.
Where's my bicycle? I'm roaring to ride with you!
In the forest we are all of us alone.
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