Time out

It's been one of those days. At work the boss is away, the clients are moaning for this that and the other. I stay back an extra half hour to finish a set of accounts for a client (who couldn't make up his mind about his deadline), before setting off way too late and trying to make up time, riding really fast down the coast to the latest Bicycle Gold Coast meeting (these things rarely start at the stated time, but I know if I'm late, this will be the one, and in anycase, there's pride at stake). And it had been like this for nine hours straight.

However, alongside the beachfront at Miami, for just one moment, the sky is lit up just so, by a powerful sunset on the opposite horizon (sadly, obsured by suburbia). It's that moment, where the ride reveals itself in all it's beauty. It's that moment, suddenly, everything else seems inconsequential. The evening ski is as soothing as the voice of Sarah Blasko. This is the moment where I take time out.