There is a slope near the house. I always have difficulties in cycling up on the way to the university. But cycling down has been a very much different feeling. It is a mixture of fear and excitement: the fear of falling off my bike as I did once, and the excitement that is brought forth by high speed.

It is usually quite dark at night. Tonight, on my bike I sailed down, and I saw lights approaching at the bottom of the slope. A car it was. I wondered whether to clutch the brakes.