This bicycle, silent witness of my afternoon rides along the beach.
Summer here brings afternoon rain, but this only encourages my rides.
There is a smell of iodine because of the seaweed dying on the sand and of wet earth.
I get back home,
…a warm shower and I rejoice with the tender sensation on my skin when I put on my dry pajamas.
I sit on my small balcony with a red wine to see the rain fall.
With my silence.
This silence that I so much love and my solitude that I adore now that I am in my silver years.
…one advice: never devote your life, as did I, to being a circus trapezist