Heavy rains falter; the promenade is awash with the runoff of deluge. Soggy bike tires hum, squeegee forward. Before us the sun explodes forth, cracking the sky. A last evening ride in la Cota d’Azur.
With the smell of rain and sea and the golden light reflecting above and below, there is closure. Moods rise and fall as melodies, delightful to dark, back again.
I may never return, shall never recreate this exact moment. To history, it becomes past. Life is a story, front to back. Choice is seeking the light, guiding us out of the dark in heartfelt moments.
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