The Weather
I like it when it's sunny.
The air is warm on my face, and the ground is firm under my wheels
The air smells fresh and sweeter, and all the colours of nature shine brighter
I can ride faster and see further. Chasing the horizon and going as fast as i can go.
I like it when it's windy.
The chorus of nature sings its song and the trees dance into my view.
With the wind in my face i feel the increased burn in my legs begging me to stop,
But with the wind behind me I'm pushed forward and Like a comfy chair i can lean back and relax.
I like it when it rains.
The drops glisten like diamonds, splashing into starbursts when they land
goopy mud laps at my bike and legs, spraying up and out as it escapes my wheels
But My wheels can spin faster, giving more speed to jump the puddles
And When i finally get off my bike, my skins steams as if i'm on fire!
I like it when it snows.
Afterwards the air is still and silent, muffled by the cold blanket covering the land.
The silence only broken by The crunching of my wheels in the fresh white snow.
Everything looks amazing and so different, All is white and clean.
Whispers of creatures revealed by tracks heading off in different directions.
My breath smokes like a dragon breathing fire, playfully swirling in front of my face.
