This morning, on my way to work, I pedaled into a horizon of light, high fog.
The air was still pleasantly cool and, surprisingly, didn't seem very humid. At least, I was pedaling at a vigorous, if not furious, pace because I could, and I wasn't sweating.
Perhaps it had to do with the stillness of everything around me. They say this city never sleeps. Well, sometimes I'm out before people--and machines--have awakened:
Or are they saluting the skyscrapers, veiled in mist on the other side of the river ?
Oh, it's such a treat to ride my bike to work!
The air was still pleasantly cool and, surprisingly, didn't seem very humid. At least, I was pedaling at a vigorous, if not furious, pace because I could, and I wasn't sweating.
Perhaps it had to do with the stillness of everything around me. They say this city never sleeps. Well, sometimes I'm out before people--and machines--have awakened:
Or are they saluting the skyscrapers, veiled in mist on the other side of the river ?
Oh, it's such a treat to ride my bike to work!
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