Its been a while. 

I take my bicycle and set it free in the pale sunlight of the afternoon. The sun is almost setting. Its been  while since I went biking in the neighbourhood. I kick against the pedal and the bike moves smoothly down the road. My hair is greeted with the wind and is greeting back-- flying all over my face. 

Its so beautiful, the sunset. The yellow engulfing the blue serenity of the sky-- setting the sky on fire. The sky is so enchanting, unearthly beautiful-- the clouds forming pretty garlands and crisscrossing across the sky. I park my bike by the side of the abandoned wall which has been collecting mosses and lichens for a few years-- standing at the corner of the street by the side of the cherry tree.  With the help of the trunk of the tree and the rock at the base of the wall, I finally manage to climb on top of the wall.

I feel so open-- I can feel all my five senses working at its fullest as if the beauty around me has opened all my senses. Its such a beautiful feeling of content, of hope and bliss. The five senses seem to be pouring into me. Everything seems so new and amazing with an orange tint all over them from the setting sun. I am suddenly confused what to do. Should I look around and drink in the scenery? Should I enjoy the feeling of wind scratching my face? Should I listen to the gossips of the birds or take in the smell of the unknown wild flowers? I swing my legs to the rhythm of the leaves as I see the sky slowly turning redder shades of orange. The hazy traffic lights of the street are blinking-- the red light matching with the red of the sky. I look at the birds flying towards the west. The dusk brings new hope, new energy to carry on. 

I sigh-- the evening moves on...