I can feel the storms pressing on my back as I pedal down the road. Even the asphalt perspires water from its daily absorbance.
The sky turns dark but before it turns black there’s a moment of deep blue…the deep blue that only exists in the depths of oceans before fish need lights. It’s not even blueberry colored – before the berries are washed and lose their filmy jackets. Or blue jean blue – a thousand pigments couldn’t create this resounding blue, this kind of blue that’s draining the last light from the sky while still glowing back at me.