RAIN, END OF BIKE RIDE, HANDLEBAR TAPE

A chiaroscuro of a dark evening when the sun has just completely set.  My eyes, however, can still make out a little more than just the silhouettes of things.  It had just finished raining or it was about to rain.  There is a group of us, and we had just completed a 60-miles bike ride; I was feeling great.  We waited in a melancholic garden where some goofed by the swing-sets. 

Ryan surprises me when he brings out my bike and I see he has re-taped my handlebars with something brilliant like the grips on the woman's Electra cruiser bike.  It reminds me of a Pucci pattern.