Thursday, October 8, 2009

A Change Of Season

A cold, brisk wind chills my fingers and toes, reminding me to pedal hard so the rest of me stays warm. To my left the setting sun bathes me in a golden light as it falls to the end of the earth and makes ready to start a new day elsewhere.

To my right, long shadows goad and tease, "You're late. You're late."

My cadence doesn't miss a beat.

Pulling the horizon up like bed covers the sun snuggles underneath for the night. Just before vanishing, the long shadows laugh, “You're late.”

“No,” I answer, “You're early.”

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