Night Baiku:
Train home, tired. Bail? S’pose not. Bail on Mrs Wu. She passes me at speed on the way out, on my way in. Change and get gone. Slow. Ache. Not in the zone. Pass her again. Stop. Talk. Continue on our respective paths. Cold. Climb up onto the South Downs. Beautiful. Watch a whole sun sink below the hills opposite. Clear evening morphs into still night in front of my adjusting eyes. Spin and before long switch to Lumicyle power. Road then train home. Park in garage. Eat Pizza and be merry. Woken up now. Best ride of my life.
Train home, tired. Bail? S’pose not. Bail on Mrs Wu. She passes me at speed on the way out, on my way in. Change and get gone. Slow. Ache. Not in the zone. Pass her again. Stop. Talk. Continue on our respective paths. Cold. Climb up onto the South Downs. Beautiful. Watch a whole sun sink below the hills opposite. Clear evening morphs into still night in front of my adjusting eyes. Spin and before long switch to Lumicyle power. Road then train home. Park in garage. Eat Pizza and be merry. Woken up now. Best ride of my life.