Crisp burnt marshmallow air bites the whites of your eyes
Pine trees stand proud in the setting orange light
Cheeks chilled and dewy
Mittens rub together in solidarity before grabbing handle bars
You take off down the road
The blue rusty metal rattling away
The wind washes your senses
As you ride through the reds, oranges, and yellows
Leaves are flying and crunching all around you
Windows start to glow warm
Lights of home peek through the cold
The sky darkens as the mystery grows
You speed through it all taking it in
A rhythm between your foggy breath, your pedaling feet, and the lights and trees passing along the street
A clearing ahead, legs are getting heavy
Pushing through to the top you see a view grand and wide
You stand proud in the setting orange light
Embracing the stillness as the world goes quiet
The Stinky Backpack 