Cold Greets me this morning
I layer sweater upon turtleneck
Gripping handlebars with gloved hands, my pants tightened over leggings
I pedal up, and over hills, across intersections
I wait at a red
Green, waiting for a break in the cars
I see one, I cross
I see red, a car
I am in her path

boom. 

written 12.11.2025