CYCLING AND DREAM ! (short story 1! / INCIDENT)

One kid was cycling on a golden and windy Sunday evening around his town 

leaving behind the sickness and the worries of this pandemic 

as he turns his earlier frown upside down  cycling away from his house 

where he has been stuck for way too long 

he enjoys the simple pleasure of wind rushing with haste 

right across his face  standing on the pedals and 

lifting his face high towards the sky 

as he wants to lift himself up from the situations he is trapped in and fly 

as he cycles in the lanes nearby his home 

he admires the golden light that comes right before the sunset 

the clouds that roam throughout the entire sky 

like random thoughts changing in a mind 

like a wanderer, a nomad with no fixed destination

travels for pleasure to witness the greatness of the 

world all-around from his eyes  

and just for a few moments  

trying to be free just like those  clouds 

he cycles away wherever the winds lead him to 

just a boy with dreams following the sky's blues

as for that brief period of time 

with all his difficulties, his problems,

all his efforts, daydreams and nightmares 

he enters a truce. A truce in which for the while 

when he was cycling he had nothing to prove

after enjoying such a fantastic ride 

As he returns with his cyle to his home

to his reality, he realizes how  

a part of him wants to enjoy such  freedom for eternity 

in an infinite loop ...

after that as he was returning home 

he noticed the street lights flicker up 

making it look like the corners of  dark tree leaves

of  the trees that stood near the street light  are emitting light

like a symbol of hope for a beautiful life   

from which he gets an idea 

that will motivate him to acknowledge his dream

which is his never extinguishing source of light in the dark 

so as he gets home he parks his cycle 

rushes himself to his room 

and grabs a cute little red-black notebook 

internally wires it fitting a small led inside each page 

and beautifully engraving on each page an alphabet 

of the name of the profession he wants to pursue

exactly how with his cycle he pursued  and chased the sky's blues 

so when that notebook would be opened in the dark

an impression would be cast on the ceiling  on the wall  of the room 

which would like as if the name of his plausible future profession 

his dream was imprinted on the roof and was emitting light just like a star in the night sky 

a star towards which he wants to fly with his wings

a dream that he truly means to live.