How are you?
Has life gotten any better, or do the hills still pull you down until you break your pedal?
I have seen you riding throughout the hills, neglecting the Côte d'Azur that can serve your bliss.
Did the spikes allure you? Was the peak intriguing you? Or were you just sad?
Have your mind swirling around until your calves tensed as the pedals rush off the Col du Tourmalet?
You and your new bike are taking you off the hills like a plane flying off the shore. Ready to take you off the ground. Allow yourself to feel free for a while.
How are you doing on your own?
Is the wind getting friendlier with the sharp raindrops on your skin? Can you breathe better as the air in Riviera does not pollute your corrupted lungs?
Thinking of you being free for a while in the elegy of being a prisoner sounds like a sunbeam in the morning. I hope it will be it. I hope you are riding on the hills.
