Bikes

I woke up to the lingering smell of skunks in the air. It was close to five in the morning, time to wake up and prepare myself for the trip to Ottawa to renew my passport.

The sky was just brightening, pink and orange on the cloudy horizon. I was still in bed, my mind reeling the dreams I had during my sleep. There were bicycles, of different types and sizes, all going at different speeds. And I could see myself riding one in the crowd, racing perhaps. But I was not alone, for someone mum was on the same bike, and I was carrying her.

Utterly bizarre...