Timeless Cyclist

For a moment, in the sunny afternoon, the heavy traffic of vehicles is interrupted.

The cyclist takes advantage of it to cross the street at the exact point where bad accidents often happen.
He does it very calmly, as if he were in a small countryside town.
Or as if, like Moses parting the waters of the Red Sea, he had a free way ahead to proceed safely.
But it’s not only the traffic that seems to have stopped.
It’s the liveliness of the Neighborhood.
It’s Time itself.
So, only this brief dateless record of this moment will remain.
As the only reference of what time of the day it is, just the light of the falling afternoon casting big shadows.
The cyclist, painting this scenery blue, seems to be still deciding his way. But for an instant, keeping himself anonymous, he becomes the center of the universe, becomes eternal and, by being timeless, he makes himself forever immortal.