My foot gently vibrates upon the pedal; soft rubber tires seeking out all pocks and pebbles on the freeway. The sky is azure and bright; cleaned by the previous night’s rain. Only the profuse, grey centered, white puffy clouds, evidence the deluge. The clouds merciful, shield the sun, giving them an eye searing yet angelic platinum lining. Only the sun’s most ambitious rays fall upon earth in golden beams. Mountains north stand bold and massive; wayward clouds creaming at their granite peaks.

A sight no words can capture.

Traffic to my left rush by to mundane tasks; and I glide towards the distant haze.
The sun falling west produces an orange-gold sky, which contrasts mountains now set in black.

And the light slowly leaves us. I take a lonely on-ramp.

Darkness is broken by flanking circles of industrial amber light, set at intervals. I curve boldly towards a lava river of weaving red brake lights; the white light opposite, giving a sense of flow.

I shift and assimilate the current.