I breathe deep
the briny bay breeze
warmed by the
late fall sun
that gently caresses
my face
my hands
and any other bit
of bare skin
I dare expose
to the threat of
the impending winter
Today is a good day
and I ride hard
legs pumping
lungs burning
tires crunching through
dead leaves
if I can just gain
enough
momentum
I may be able to coast
through the dark shadows
that I know
lay ahead
waiting
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