Mist

Mist.  And the rain falls.  It’s warm.  Pedals turned on a midweek ride~brevity.  There’s clarity of mind, unperturbed by the weather.  Rare Downland orchards by the roadside oscillate in the gentle breeze, we notice the sweet scents.  Chalk cliffs barely visible.  Open discussion.  Ideas shared.

Further talks continue with coffee.  The rain had been constant and unforgiving but now subsides.  Time to ride home, leaving behind a pool of rainwater, coffee cup rings on saucers – every word uttered without waste to the point – a handshake and on our way home to muse.