An Old Fashioned Bike

I used a wrench to tighten the seat on an old fashioned bike today. Little blonde woven basket, a bell-a ladies bike. Tomorrow I will ride the bike through the streets already gathering little brown and yellow leaves, as they softly, quietly fall, resembling moths. Catching the sunlight. I will ride the bike alongside the dog park that has glassy gem-like drops of dew on the very tips of the deep green blades of grass in the morning. And I will ring the bell. To add to the angelus of the chimes next door, being stirred by the chilled breeze. To add to the melody of the sunshine gracefully splashing an orange frosted tree. To praise early Autumn.