Swift my heart flies in a
downhill chase, feet stuck out at the end of straightened legs and fingers
curled round handles in tightened grip. Velocity picks up and an involuntary
scream of terrified joy is torn from my lungs and dragged back, past my ears,
by the blasting rush of the charging air.
Wheels spin, sizzling as they eat
up tarmac, flying across the road surface with little resistance. Shapes speed
past in a blur of green and brown. Hedges and trees passing by in a haze of
spring scents, while time distorts, splintering into abandonment with the
freewheeling exhilaration of my racing heart. Until at last resistance comes,
the ground levels out and I slow to a pace where feet can once more find pedals.
