Click: Drops

Click: true moments collected over the years. Stories too short for the stage.

Hot, summer day. I am caught in a sudden deluge.

I ride my bike faster and faster, passing people huddled under bridges. Passing people hunched under trees. The pavement is steaming in the rain and my glasses are pebbled with drops of water.

I hurtle down the path.

I can still remember how to ride with no hands.

Photo Suika