Inspired by a Bruce Springsteen's song, as always.
A little touch of sadness and freedom, 'cause I'm bored with myself. Thanks Boss.
Night
The aches in his thigh weren't ever sleeping, perpetually burning under the damaged skin of his scar. And when his music became a helpless medicine against his deepest demons, he went out on a midnight run until the first light of dawn broke the sky above him. When the world is asleep and the blood's rushing in his veins, he turned out the light and rode his bike; a tough feeling of freedom he rarely experienced elsewhere growing deeply inside of him. He felt sad and free as the wind came rushing under the black sleeves of his leather jacket.