Infinite Bliss

I wave at everyone I pass, and often exchange smiley Bonjours. I cycle past endless trickles of dripping snow, that twinkles + disappears steadily in the hot sun, adding to the ample streams of collected ski pistes that are beginning to slowly fade. My corrupt knee aches with every revolution, but it serves as a constant reminder that I must carry on + build upon my dramatic weakness. I just can't believe this is my neighbourhood; I try to take constant snap shots with my squinting eyes every metre of the way, to collect and take with me to remember when I'm back home and riding in the drizzle.