A Love for Cycling

Perfect circles in a steady cadence, shoulders bobbing calmly, the sun begging to see the day, our breath visibile in the morning cold, the sky orange and purple as my friends and I race the sun.  The Golden Gate Bridge dew breaks as our tires glide, leaving lines in the moisture reflecting the sky above, the lit red truss contrasting brilliantly with the violet sky, sidewalk lights guiding our path.