Late Night Bike Ride

Exhaling, exerting, expiring, enigmatic and eloquent.

Revolutions of the tires, rolling, riling the blood, riding, resplendent in the dark, cloudy night.

Going, going, gone, guiding, gaps in the pavement.

Bile rising, blowing hard, beginning to fade, back in the saddle, bovine scent.

Tortured legs, tilting away, tantalizingly close, too far to matter.

Stars evade, slight change in direction, seeing nothing, sensing only oneself.

Ominous darkness, ostentatiously waiting, ogling at this pathetic show of strength, oppressive.

Vicious wind, vigorous leg pumping, vainly struggling, valiantly struggling, volatility of gusts.

Quick on the Conversed feet, quotient of exertion matched, quelling all fears and doubts, quaking with exhaustion, quite worth it.

All-inclusive, awe-inspiring, absolutely helpful, awfully painful.

//This is something I wrote after coming back from a late night bike ride (1:30 am). It was windy, and a little wet, and a little chilly.