I was looking out my window when I saw you bike by, I thought about calling your name- hesitated, and you rode past.
So sweet the air, running through my hair while I ride my bike, so soft the air, as it caresses my cheek, I peddle faster the air rushing past me. My bike transports me I ride until I reach the blue horizon until the Earth falls away from me. The endless ripples and waves soar and swell as I try to smell salty air- but thereβs only a sweet breeze- a warm hand gliding across my cheek.