night

The night feels a bit cold; a dark blue night sky dotted with fast moving clouds. I zoom on my Barclays bicycle past cars and busses, and well past peak hour I can cross most junctions without bothering about the traffic lights. Plenty of drinks enhance the joyful feeling further and make it seem I’m floating, through the night air, inhaling deeply and tasting the scent of autumn. Through the City with its remarkable configuration of skyscrapers, pubs and old churches. Two turns and crossing a street, leaving the river behind me the scenery changes swiftly, with train rails high on my left and ramshackle sixties’ building blocks on my right. Whizzing past a second hand car dealer, barbed wire and small towers of tires. The route feels familiar, the bike feels familiar, London feels familiar. The night isn’t cold anymore as I speed on, left turn, old warehouses turned expensive apartments on my right. Dodging the road bumps, crossing the last main road, stalling the bicycle and entering the apartment. I could almost call it home.