the bike route.

by two after twenty


A few days ago, I walked the bicycle route that my dad and I biked almost every day many summers ago. It’s a long-ish route, with twists and turns (fun) and a lot of steep hills (not so fun). We would always go in the evenings after dinner, when the sun was setting and the air was cooler.

Different moments can be different parts of the feeling you get when you listen to a certain song, or smell a certain scent. When magic hour approaches and the sun starts to set between the trees, I often think of the bike route with dad.