When I Ride

When I ride,
I like the push
Of the wind.
The resistance
Against my skin -
My lungs

If could close my eyes
And just listen
I would enjoy it that way
The night,
Is that way
I am incapable to see it--
As well.
But I can hear it--
Well.

The day brings it that way
To my eyes
My vision
My sense of sight
I would benefit
From the colors
The movements
The actions
Both near and far

Any time
I can smell
Feel
Touch
The whole experience
When I ride