Who could have guessed that it was not the middle of the night but rather seven in the morning? The day had already begun and I was moving through it even if I was only half awake.
The spokes of the front wheel sparkled as if showing off some kind of fireworks display for an unseen microcosm down there.
Actually, it was the light of the moon (and a little bit of the stars and perhaps even a lone planet) being reflected as the wheel rotated and I rolled along.
Such a clear night sky, I mean early morning.