Wheels hum like a mantra
spokes spinning suns into the street
and the air, suddenly,
breathes back
Color spills its secrets
onto sidewalks that ripple like water,
and every blade of grass
leans in
as if it knows your name
You are no longer riding
you are being carried
by something ancient and electric,
a current threading through bone and sky
The trees whisper in geometry,
soft fractals blooming in green halos,
their branches reaching
not above
but through you
Laughter echoes from nowhere
and everywhere
at once,
a shared pulse between strangers
who were never strangers at all
Time loosens its grip
melting, stretching, dissolving
until only this moment remains:
infinite, trembling, alive
And in it,
you see,
no, feel
the fragile, radiant thread
that ties all things together:
Wheel to road
breath to wind
you to me
and everything
to everything
On this day,
a simple ride became a doorway
and the world, once ordinary,
burst open
into light