Thoughts that float through my mind each time I see an elderly person slowing cycling through the chaos of Tay Ho traffic, seemingly oblivious to the noise and movement around them.
Shiny, metal engines roar
Rusty, metal wheels creak
Racing through the boisterous metal river
Slowly, rhythmically weaving along dusty paths
Bright green, red and black helmets
Conical straw hats
Lurch here and there
Bounce from side to side
“Beep, beep” slices the grey air
“Ring, ring” gently floats through clear air
Helium-filled fluorescent shapes are tugged along Xuan Dieu
Brightly laden bicycles slowly weave until they find a space in the shade of a tree.
Thoughts From Hanoi 
I found you! This is a treat – you create space with the lines, just enough to get ready for the next image. And the photo is beautiful.
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