What can you do but ride your bicycle? All over again. Contemplating the seaside. Feeling the wind in your body while thinking of you. What more can one do but ride faster? Getting that notion that if you are fast enough you will escape from this world. And leave everyone behind. And it won’t truly matter. You just need your flowing hair. And the memory of the person. Beside me. Laughing at each other because we are children once again. And everything is simple. And pure. And we do realize we have eternity in front of us. We just need to keep moving. As we do.