September 2010
1 post
trailblazing.
The road began to darken, crickets chirping their sweet songs, the sun turning up low in the sky with brilliant orange hues swirled amongst the streaky cotton-swabby clouds.
The pedals on her bike slowed until the circles they made ceased. Her shoes were tight, exactly how she liked them at the start of a glorious ride and regretted the tightness later, after a mile turned into twenty, thirty on...