The wind is blowing amongst my body. Such crisp and cool air. I have been waiting for summertime. The buzz and the beat of music is dancing in my ears. My wheels are sailing down the road. Each second that is soaring by is one step closer to my destination. The beat changes, and I look down at my phone. The sound of a text message. The blue light beams into my eyes. My eyes scan the message. The beat changes. Screeching, bangs, crunching. My wheels are spinning through the air. Each second that is soaring by is one step farther from my destination. I feel no wind, I feel no summertime. The beat stays the same, I arrive closer to my destination, the light does not beam into my eyes. The phone is off.