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wearing helmet as a shield

pedalling along the black topped road

watching hills and farmland sliding past

we reached the mustard field

the road rose and fell like breathing ground

gears changed on the climb

pedalling slower now

sweat pulling at the skin

breath turning loud inside the chest

until we reached the top

gear shifted

and the cycle began to move without us

no pedalling

just surrender to the downhill

suddenly it felt like a glider breaking loose from weight

floating through open air

carefree

like a bird that forgot the idea of cages

in a sky without edges

we greeted people along the way

waving at passers by

hi and hello

small moments passing like sparks

a train crossed the distant tracks

cutting through the horizon

and i raised my hand to it

like it was an old friend disappearing again

hoping to meet it again