There's a three mile mist
And the world is grey
The wind today
Is gentler than before
But I feel its temper
rising as I ride.
The calm after the storm
The calm before the next.
All the signs were saying
The road is closed
Entitled drivers
Who suspended disbelief
Rev their engines in dismay
While those of us in lesser mode
Can always find a way
#CoSopoetry