I was riding solo and had miscalculated everything: the number of detours, the amount of climbing, the condition of the road. And especially, the wind blowing from all directions, rebuffing me head-on incessantly.

The day’s yellow light dims as time circles on, a towering purple shadow now appears alongside me.

My mind is empty at last, and the movie rolls silently in slow motion.

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January 27, 2020 — Le Braquet Cycling Club

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