After returning from yesterday's nearly 4-hour excursion, the bike leaned against the couch. The sun took a late afternoon aim for the southwest treeline, and its rays pierced the window. In the contrasting lighted and shadow areas, and in the tangle of spoke lines, certain bits gleamed, demanding my attention.
When I paused to notice, that bike seemed to say, "I've got more to give. Why did we stop so soon?"