Getting Back

Cycling into the air,the ride is smooth.
Trees holding the horizon,the road rides into a field.
The sun setting to my left, the orange hue will be here in no time.
Folks here can't recognise me, the cycle is familiar though.
The cattle grazing with their ropes stretching across the road, I ride over it.
The October sky is being good to me, I stare at it while slowing down.
Winter is just few days ahead, durga pujo is still fresh in the hearts.
This is the best time to be here, although I say this with a heavy heart.
It is very green around, the brick field also.
Never seen this place so happy before,I cannot help but find more peace here.
Reached the small bridge,have been here before.
I wish it takes longer to get back,feeling so free.
Ride past the pond made green by the trees around,loneliness haven't been such joy ever.
Such calm in the air,I want to take it back with me.
I will be here again, may be more calmer next time.