Thoughts of Bicycling

I sat alone, journal on the table, writing, thinking about bicycling, bicycling in this place of a million bicycles, I too wanted to bicycle, to join in with the crowd not to move furniture like some do but to explore this place, this place full of history and story, this place of cafes and coffee, of red lights and propriety. I sat on my roof top perch dreaming of riding a bicycle with a basket so I could stop and collect treasure. You said that you too dreamt of bicycling in this place, I pictured us bicycling there together, laughing, taking the unknown path, exploring as if looking for hidden treasure without a map. Fleeting thoughts so on I wrote.

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