“The road was empty, the air was cold, and for once, I didn’t want to be anywhere else.”
This morning I rode further than I planned. No goal… just my bike, my camera, cold air, and the sky turning orange.
The streets were empty, lamps still humming, and for a moment it felt like I was the only one awake.
There’s a kind of freedom in moments like that. No noise. No notifications. Just breath, wind, and tires on asphalt. Pure, quiet bliss.
My favorite time of the day.