Fair weather

Courtesy of the gorgeous crew at Cycleaway, I went cycling away.

Like, hello bike, what brings a nice girl like you to a place like this?


Is it the ferry rides? The pretty water? The promise of dolphins?


The smell of honey scented air over heated bitumen?

The gorgeous back-packers? Their oblivious to cancer attitude?


The quaint, country graveyard along the way?


The sweet treats at the end of a downhill run?


The sunset and the splendour? The ending of a beautiful day? That you could have been anywhere else, but this is where you were?


Or was it just the god damn matching?

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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