A winter ride, muted colors under grey skies
Gratitude for dry pave, I get to ride today
A narrow ribbon of road cuts through the white snow
Fallen leaves silent, buried below winter’s blanket
The cold bites, my tempo responds in kind
Measured effort failed, I push now for warmth
Legs and feet long past feeling, spinning as trained
Rising from the saddle, the short day growing darker
Food gone, bottles empty I turn for home
Unclipping at my door I am safe from the cold
Years of dedication, sacrificing for victory
The journey is the victory now. Spent, I win
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