“Cold air clawed at my face, ripping tears from my eyes. I buried my face deep into Daniel’s back and breathed in a mixture of familiar scents – almonds, oil paint, earth, and a hint of varnish. I didn’t even question why I was on that bike. I just knew I was suppose to be.”

“Cold air clawed at my face, ripping tears from my eyes. I buried my face deep into Daniel’s back and breathed in a mixture of familiar scents – almonds, oil paint, earth, and a hint of varnish. I didn’t even question why I was on that bike. I just knew I was suppose to be.”

— Bree Despain