Homeward Bound

And the bikes whizz by at a thousand miles an hour, a cacophony of tinkling bells and rapturous laughter. I look from left to right as a step out into the sunshine, feeling it penetrate through my skin and into my bones. There are words, but I cannot make them out — a wonderful symphony of garbled syntax and unintelligible syllables that leave me feeling content from head to foot.

Yes, the bikes whizz by at a thousand miles an hour and I am finally home.