R: 1 / I: 0
Your bike's brakes squeal in protest as you bring your momentum to a halt in the cold and inviting shade of the overpass. Anything to get even a moments respite from the hazy, lazy, enveloping midsummers heat that you regret having to travel through. Now that youve stopped youve become keenly aware of just how tight your uniform gets when you try to ride in it, of just how much sweat is drizzling down your forehead, of just how uncomfortable this bike seat is. Looking around, you take in your surroundings and realize that youre even more lost than you had hoped you were. You thought for sure, that heading off the beaten path, that avoiding the heavy rush hour traffic by going through the older parts of town, would get you there faster.
"Damn!" you yell out, venting your frustration at this bitter turn of events. The single word reverberates off of the decrepit buildings and concrete maze around you before fading to a whisper and disappearing
As your panted breath stops and the silence sinks in, the lonesome overpass drifts into a hush, attempting to go back to it's well deserved sleep and recall the dream you so rudely woke it from.
Gazing at the abandoned shell of a city around you, your thoughts wander off to a more melancholic place, remembering why youre here, today, right now, everywhere youve been and everything youve done leading up to it, and everywhere you still must to go and still must do. It hasnt been the best life, not the most fun, not the most interesting and it wasnt the easiest, yet you decide that right here, right now, there is no place youd rather be.
Your watch beeps, sounding the hour, and snapping you back into reality.
"Damn" you quietly chuckle to yourself
"And I promised I wouldn't be late.."
You mount your bike, and pedal off…