Dear New World

Part 4

     And then, with a hit of a switch, the monitor on the center of the handles blinked to life with a quartet of beeps. The GPS. The cursor popped up onto the current location on the map, which was the icon of a girl's face, with dots for the eyes, a "v" for the mouth, and a simple silhouette of flowing yellow-blonde hair.

My hand moved on to the starter on the handle, and I squeezed it. The motor roared, the bike rumbling, and quickly melted away. Unfortunately, that was there just for the sound really, for it wasn't actually a motor. That's what my friend told me anyway. But it was still fun to do it anyway, and it never lost its thrill each time. Its sound was pretty close to those of the old motorbikes in the movies, and it's like, Vrooooom Vroooom, and off they go, chased by police cars or chasing criminals themselves.

After that, my hand moved to hover over the monitor of the GPS, and my hands pounced to type in the next destination. Then I hesitated, thinking it over. I hummed to a different conclusion, and backtracked, to type in a different route. I recoiled and thrust, and hit the 'okay' button. The monitor confirmed it with a ding.

I glanced back one more time at the man behind me,and smiled. Then I thrust my legs forward onto the pedals, and I shot forth, my blond hair flying with the new wind.

"Until we meet agaaaaaiiiiiiinnnn!!!!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I waved my hand from high, with my back straight. I stood on the pedals as I sped away, my other hand gripping onto the handles tightly. The man returned a small wave in farewell as well.

And in the next moment, my HelloBird and I were skidding to a curve at the crossroad, and then disappeared from site.

We shot through the quiet streets like the blur of a storm.

As we skidded down the calm, empty main street, a blink of sun glared out of the tips of the buildings, throwing a golden coat onto the zigzagging streets and walls ahead. I looked up and saw the lumps of clouds follow, and catch the blush of orange from the sun as well.

In moments, a crisscross of shadows pooled away to the wall on the left side, as if to scurry away from the morning's glow, and a shadow leaked out of my own bicycle, the wheels on them rotating stealthy and quietly. I continued on skidding down the path, humming a tune. I began to descend the sloped part of town.

I passed by houses, and biked under the overhead bridges that cast shadows down below, and I biked over the bridges that stretched over the waterway that flowed inside the stone walls shaped into the earth. I passed by the parks and dashed under the cool shadows cast by the trees, hearing their whispers. The winds swayed.

And soon I made my way back into the silent morning alleyways with the cobble roads and the cool, whispering breeze, and that whisper grew louder by each time the sun swung its way onto my path.

     Where the continuing wall of buildings disappear, the sun sung through; and where the light disappeared, the walls replaced it, the blue shadows cast onto the path again. Like a churning mill, the blue shadow and the yellow light dance, alternating, from light to dark to light to dark. And then at the last cast of darkness, the buildings split, leaving me and the HelloBird bathed in the wide expanse of golden light, the sun now fully exposed in the eastern sky, the once empty town now brimming with gold, awakening. At the last but strong push on the pedal, I gasped for breath, and I stuck my chest out. My back went straight, and the golden sun illuminated my draping, golden hair.