Riding In The Dark

After the fall back of time, the trip home now is dark. 

Night has fallen. 

You ride the roads you ride every day, but it is night. 

Black.

Street lights covered by the fall leaves. 

Shadows dodging back and forth. 

Is it a dip or a bump or a shadow? 

The strobe lights flicker the reflection of the soft wet yellow fall leaves. 

Then the mobile machines lights blind  the darkness. 

Again riding blind.... in the dark or in blinding light.