Cerebral Zephyr

I hit another solid wall of ice cold air as the bike I was riding on cut through the desolate landscape. Looking around, I saw nothing but pitch black darkness. My bike rode on boldly, relying on the faint glow everyone calls a headlight. The rubber was eating the tarmac with aplomb, one roll at a time. Moths and insects hit me as their kamikaze sojourn ended on the surface of my spectacles.

The coldness was reassuring with its solidity, reminding my body of its inherent resilience and fortitude. Forging ahead, and being passed by huge buses and small cars alike, their tail lights fading away in the distance. I looked upon them as lone sentinels that we come across time and again for a brief moment. Frozen like fossils in the ground, they carve out their unique impression in the inner recesses of our brain, our soft matter.

I smiled, and smiled with unease as the cold; froze my fingers, cracked my lips and tried to prevail upon my frame. I smile, and smiled again, this time with a reassured blink of an eye that promised to bestow its nobleness on my state of mind. I knew that my troubles would soon be over and the ghosts exorcised from my being.

I hit a cold wall again as my bike left the last wall behind, and thundered to meet another with the wantonness that god blesses us with in our youth.

Yours,

Cerebral Zephyr

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