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Friday, June 24, 2005

8:41 AM - Summer

Thin ankle socks and the gentle breeze
blowing through the mesh toes of my shoes
The omni-present smear of chain oil on that bit of my leg,
Never quite washing or wearing off before its next bite

Fingerless gloves if I could find the other one
Shorts in the morning without goosebumps
The smell of cocoa butter after a shower.
Neighbours giving me free planted herbs over the fence at 5:30 am

The slop of my tires on tarmac climbing the hills
The vrizz of my freewheel on the downhill side
A big smile and hello from another bright rideress going the other way
We know we’re best off here, not in our beds or behind the steering wheel

A little yellow chickadee sitting on a fence
Too quick for me to get my camera out
A horse that is skitty as I quietly zip by bright in the morning sun
Woodpeckers that bounce on the breeze with a flip of the wings

Blue sky dragging apart the clouds that rose off the lake overnight
A daylight that wins through the deepest of morning drowsiness
Tugging the corner of the duvet
Gently teasing my soul out of bed to come and play

She is here

(c) Feedom the bike shop


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