While the wind was blowing hard last night, this morning the weather seemed good and we had gathered in the main square of the city with a group of brave companions to have a cycling trip toward the mountain’s road.

There was still a slight gust of wind, making it difficult to ride bicycles. The weather was not too cold, and the morning darkness was still somewhat prevalent.

And I refused to turn off the bike lights. Of course, mostly because of the cars coming ahead. Slowly we pedaled to the mountain road when the wind suddenly became more aggressive. It was no longer wind, but a terrible storm. Which lifted everything from the ground.

The leaves were thrown everywhere and the dust in the air made nothing visible. The wind was trying to even lift our bikes off the ground as we were trying hard to hold on to them.

On the one hand, the thrill and excitement of the adventure wanted to force us to go higher on the mountain road, and on the other hand, caution and a sense of worry about possible dangers prevented us from going.

Eventually, we decided to change course and move to a less dangerous place. Then, we moved to a quiet area and a lake near the city, which had better weather. In the middle of the road, the leader of the group had to leave us because we heard the mother of one of our friends had died of COVID-19.

A cyclist and mountain-climber who had been hospitalized for two weeks because of Corona, now his mother had died of the same disease and the group leader had to go there, maybe he could lend a hand to their family.

Finally, we did not have a happy day after all. We stayed by the lake for a few minutes and soon returned to the city where the storm was turning everything upside down.

Seriously, when will this storm end?