Death of a Cyclist

Brett was a good guy. I mean that in the formal sense of goodness. I
liked him a lot and I am really sad to hear of his violent death. I recall riding home
with him one evening after a training ride, talking about how he
should start a business based on the sole fact that artists are more
interesting to talk to at parties.The weather was a silk robe, it was
so comfortable. The sunset had mellowed to colors Brett could name
(Cadmium Orange, Yellow ochre, cobalt violet) ; the river was a peaceful
whisper.