Critical Mass
worst day at work, nothing goes as it should, no relief no hope, just another wasted rainy day of your life.
then you sit on your bicycle.
the centre feels calmer than usual for a just begun friday night. whipped past piccadilly circus, trafalgar with no immediate life threat experienced. not bad. right before the houses of parliamet you listen to some music getting louder and louder. suddenly you are surrounded by hundreds of other cyclists and some skateboarders. smiling people on wheels listening to contemporary music just flowing together seriously obstructing traffic at some points and on purpose.
you have no choice, you are part of this crowd, you are one of them
you dissapear into the wonder of this city
the rain is long gone only left it's shine
can't stop smiling