The Hitchhiker (Andrew)
The Gentle Passenger Beneath the Glowing Sky
I ride with stars above and silence beside me.
I exist where the mist lingers and the light fails early. I've walked the B-roads until my legs remembered the rhythm better than my heart. I speak of the sky not to fill silence, but because someone should notice when it glows. You might not want to hear me — but once you do, you won't forget it.
What I'm Into: the failing light, lonely bus stops, petrol station coffee, heather on the hills, long rides with no destination
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