As I pedal to work the sun still dwells beneath the sky. Soon it´s pale fingers will reach over the trees, touch what is frozen, and make the crystals sweat. And they in turn will break the light into a wonderful palette. Right before me, the reflection on my handle bar stimulates the eye. Just as the crystals flashing briefly as I pass them by. Although faint, these rays clear my doubt.As I pedal to work, squinting at the light, I recall what a day is all about.
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