A thought that re-surfaced. My bicycle that I had as a kid, standing against a wall! Or should I say still waiting for me… When did I last ride it? When did I last greet it? And then these steps ahead, moving upwards. As if I had left my bicycle to oblivion, to ascend life, exiting the childhood picture at the first alley. A place now empty cause I had to grow up. I had to grow up. And I had to change scene. Not that I intended to… But you see, it’s always this vicious element: Time.