The dappled sunshine fell gently on her face and he realized in that second, what it means to see the world in a grain of sand, and heaven in a wildflower. He knew, because he was holding on to his own private slice of heaven. Or more accurately, she was holding tight, tugging on the sides of his well-worn flannel shirt on the back of his rusty old bicycle.
The ribbons tying the espadrilles on her feet around her ankles had loosened. Two yellow grosgrain ribbons fluttered in the breeze, up and down and twirling. Like a flash of sunlight, he caught them in the corner of his eyes. For a moment, he thought they might get caught in the spokes of the wheels, it could be dangerous. But his legs kept on peddling. They were not weighed down by gravity right now, it can wait.