Biking In The City
Short story about biking in Long Beach:
Rubber on tar the smell of asphalt rolls under me. The golden sun cascading down my face as the smell of fresh cut grass is so enticing. The air hugs throughout my body as my face is cradled by the welcoming wind. I let out a sigh, and smile into the distance.
On the corner of a liquor store, there are 2 men waving as I role on by. On a cross street of two busy lanes filled with vehicles, these people are courteous to stop as I tread lightly going faster than running. Children running around the side of a street, as I spot a little girl with a balloon tied to her wrist. She wishes she could fly as I am peddling faster trying to take flight.
I turn onto an empty street, looking 2 minutes in the future. I halt onto a grassy green patch overlooking the calm harbor sea. I get off my saddle, and get my feet off the two metal pedals. I sink into the grass, and stare into the pleasant view in front of my eyes. Shipping boats, and some seagulls join with the setting sun over the horizon. I sink in more into the cold grass, digging my elbow into the cushiony patch as I tilt my head to rest on my right shoulder. I whisper to myself, “I love biking in this city.”