This summer felt normal. It was like every summer before it. You and your friends watched as the sun dipped below the horizon — your cue to head home. You mounted your bikes and took off but with the disappearing shine of the sun came a different light. A blinking, hypnotic light. So beautiful. It called you to it, and you rode fast.
This summer felt normal. It was like every summer before it. You and your friends watched as the sun dipped below the horizon — your cue to head home. You mounted your bikes and took off but with the disappearing shine of the sun came a different light. A blinking, hypnotic light. So beautiful. It called you to it, and you rode fast.
This summer felt normal. It was like every summer before it. You and your friends watched as the sun dipped below the horizon — your cue to head home. You mounted your bikes and took off but with the disappearing shine of the sun came a different light. A blinking, hypnotic light. So beautiful. It called you to it, and you rode fast.
