The world began to melt away through the mist. Gradually, there were no more trees, no more birds, no more rocks, no more sounds. The only thing I could see was the tire in front of me, the road directly under my feet as I pushed my bike, and the edge of the next curve before it dropped away to a thousand feet of nothing.
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I’ve been trying something new.
The skies stay lighter a bit longer every day. I start dreaming up schemes to get out on the bike — most of which will never come to pass — but it's starting.
It was a place for the wayward, for just a passin’ through. It was like the old roadside towns of a past age, where the only thing to do was stop and stay a while.