Why do I oddly love this photo?
Because she's not extraordinary. She's not a super model, she's not young or old, she's not wearing anything astounding, her bike is not special... There is nothing remarkable, yet it ends up lovely. There is something about riding a bike that transcends the details.
A classy lady
on a bike.
A tender breeze
flutters her jacket
in spring.
She's having fun. I am too.
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