The air was damp. A misty morning fog surrounded me. The leaves crunched under the tires of my bike as I rode under a dark dawn sky. The wind seemed to whisper to me as the leaves tickled my shoulders. The buildings loomed overhead as I rode through a dark valley. I shivered and rode at a brisk pace, lost in thought. I seemed to pour my thoughts into the mist as I cycled along. I leaned against lamp post, the clock ticking in my head. I propped my elbow against the breaks, glancing at my watch: 05.00 am!
January, 2025
