His liberation

Wind rushed through her open windows, seeming more eager to join her the faster she drove. This did not manage to aliven her weighted spirits. She glanced beyond her window after noticing a flash of movement out of her peripheral right, seeing a man on his accelerated bicycle. Just as she focused on him, remembering the past summer's ride down the mountainside and the fear coupled joy it brought her, the man let go of both handle bars while extending them in the air at his sides, as if embracing the world. Head facing the sky and alive, I longed for his liberation.