The top of the hill
 
Wednesday, 14 March 2018

The top of the hill


What is the sound of the wind when it combs through the woods? What do swallows sing as they skim the earth in circles? How many shades of green can be counted in a meadow? Do the brakes of a hundred bicycles flying downhill sound like an orchestra of crickets or cicadas? What scent rises up from the road when the first big drops of a summer storm make holes in the dust? And what does a woolen jersey smell like after ten hours of fatigue? What is the fragrance of the air when you turn a corner and catch the sun going down? And when, at a food stop, you lick your fingers, sticky with honey, do they taste like fingers, like honey or like a food stop? And what does a tubular taste like when it refuses to come off the rim and you have to tear it off with your teeth? And a grazed knee, is it sweet or salty? On the climbs, do the bikes get tired or not? And when you get up there, to the top of the hill, can you touch the clouds? 

Elena Borrone
(Photo by Massimo Fantini)