(a toast): to the miracle bicycle

sometimes you fall in love.  on a warm may night when there's nothing but a cloudy sunset sky and a breeze to keep you company.  when a ride through the neighborhood on a periwinkle bike, the color of grape-jelly jelly-beans, beneath big trees heavy already with the summer's leaves cuts loose your soul, and you drift up like the birds.  and the wind and the sound of cars and the clickclickclick of the bicycle beneath, faster faster faster, and the wind...

sometimes you just fall in love.  sometimes you just fall in love and a warm may night is all you need.