The Hum of Gravel

A low, rhythmic crunching, where the tire meets the broken stone, a language of friction and momentum that sings in the quiet spaces.

The frame vibrates with the road's history, sending tremors through the hands, each small pebble a note in the song, shuffling beneath the weight of passing.

Ahead, the path curves into the dappled shade, where the hum softens against the moss, and the world narrows to the spin of spokes and the steady pulse of the breath.

Between the silence of the trees, the gravel echoes its ancient story, a trail of sound left in the wake of a journey that has no end.