these sunglasses are cheap so

oncoming light makes glaring halos
obscuring my path straight toward the sun
saturating all color toward grey.
alternating with shade - air suddenly crisper
and the greens reconfigure themselves
letting the trees smile back and the leaves
don't even say a thing when i crush them.

I can hear only two things:
the moonlight sonata and
my own hardened breathing.

i felt pretty real for a second
wishing i were on horseback instead.
         then the undead pirate attack theme from
pirates of the caribbean came on and
of course i pedal faster.
There might be something to that, Beethoven.

mm. haven't heard your voice in weeks.
 personal fizzy lifting drink.