On Riding

The hills of our small town seemed tall and you could see the city from the top. We rode ourselves to death on the incline to feel the wind thrash our faces on the way back down. We learnt to wake up early and to make a plan.
Let the leash hang loose and test the boundaries. I took the next step forward and looked to see where my friends stood. Some moved and others seemed fixed.

I took a breath and began my decent, letting everyone and everything flash past.

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