09-29-2016, 10:16 PM
The dulcet waves met my ears at a distance,
rising in soft crescendo as our bikes approached the sea
on a root strewn path.
We chose the toughest route, testing the tires,
attacking the pedals, and embracing the anguish
in a bellicose frenzy up the bosky incline.
My eyes stung with sweat
as we began the breakneck descent
down the hills rear end.
When we burst from the trees, the salt air kissed my lungs,
and the ocean cold made us squeal
before a tired quiet fell upon us,
and we heard the ocean speak.
rising in soft crescendo as our bikes approached the sea
on a root strewn path.
We chose the toughest route, testing the tires,
attacking the pedals, and embracing the anguish
in a bellicose frenzy up the bosky incline.
My eyes stung with sweat
as we began the breakneck descent
down the hills rear end.
When we burst from the trees, the salt air kissed my lungs,
and the ocean cold made us squeal
before a tired quiet fell upon us,
and we heard the ocean speak.