The bicycle isn't upright anymore, it rests on its side, the wheel keeps spinning, slowly, around and around.
The wind pushes the trees extremities around...gently.
The day is warm, a technicolour Instagramm kind of day.
My thoughts linger as I watch the world in motion. A play of physicality and gestures to trigger the brain space, The mind of the body and the body of my mind.
I am here, my fingers tapping away.