The cool night air rushing by. Silence; only the sound of rubber abrading on asphalt fills the night. The quiet hiss of breaths being taken. The darkness ushering people into their dwellings; the streets and sidewalks empty, the oddities of civilzation abandoned. The burning sensation in the muscles that are used every day.This is my favorite time of the day. This is my favorite time of year.
1 comment:
wouldn't that be "favorite time of night" ?
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