Riding with the wind
As the darkness surrounded, the cold breeze blew slowly on my face. All is quiet. It’s 1 am, cars were at home, motorcycles rarely passing by. I stepped on my pedals slowly. It’s a slow ride.
As I passing by the empty streets, I feel a bit of joy leaps in my heart. These two tires always cheer me up whatever happens. Maybe because Alex and friends is cheering me up. But I’m sure the fun of cycling around, is the thing that always makes me alive. I’m thankful for that
The air is damp, and the streets is wet because of the rain earlier. I enter the main street. And I see the view was amazingly gorgeous. The street lights looked so blurred, the fog has arrived! It was foggy. It’s not happens all the time and it was the first day in this month I saw fog beautifully surrounded the city. What a view!
As I move closer to the home, the path - as always - is getting rough. And I began to wonder why every time I stepped on this hole & other stuffs, I always get the most difficult song to digest!
