Clear, bright and white, the moon shines over my shoulder
Ahead, low, near the horizon, through the gaps between the trees,
The dark orange remnant of the day’s sun still glows.
I ride slowly, feeling the subtle changes in the breeze that I create.
It’s warm. I feel it on bare arms and legs.
It cools so slightly that it feels more like blanket than a breeze.
The side streets are quiet and dark.
I roll silently. My bike seems to add to the stillness, rather than the sound.