Free

I'm loving these brighter nights,

and the freedom of my bike.

Today in work was stressful,

everyone was tense and wound up.

Walking up the hill I couldn't wait to get home

to get my trusty old friend out.

When I pedal you see, I forget about everything.

I feel FREE.

Past the Chinese takeaway

that makes my mouth water

with all the delicious savoury scents,

the park with the bobbing trumpet

headed daffodils.

I pass joggers , people walking their dogs,

friends talking.

The smell of a thousand evening meals being cooked

makes me hungry for mine.

I never cycle the same way twice,

I always change my route,

just in case I miss

some of the sights that live in other roads.

The streets in our God forsaken city really suck.

They are full of pot holes and lumps and bumps.

My pink baseball cap flies off into the wind usually twice each

time I go out.

My bike is old and last night a bit fell off it.

I wobble a lot. ( It's my age, my age :)

Mad dogs come haring down hills ( where do they come from? Eh?)

and try to eat my ankles.

That's when I wobble the most.

Scary things, those mad mutts.

When I get in, usually to a mad kitchen which is filled

with the sounds of my family and the aroma of

a pot of coffee, newly brewed, I breathe.

My mind is clear,

I'm home.