Morning cycling

Dense fog in a cold morning.

Vast and desolated fields with fertile soil, waiting impatiently for the spring to arrive.

A lonely biker in an empty bike road.

The guy working in the bike shop in the horizon. They always cross paths at the same place.

Farmers and home builders working early as usual, no matter the weather.

The dense fog covers everything, embellishing wherever you look with a breathtaking silence.

Left, right. Up, down. Forward, backward. Push, relax. The coordinated move causes a self-perpetuating propelling force.

“It would be hard to ride a bicycle with only one leg”, thought he.

45 minutes later and 25 km. further, a welcoming (work)place.

Cold hands. Even colder face.

Protected inside his body's core, the heart remains warm.

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