From ZJ begemotik_bondi:

On the way back, I entered the city by the town cemetery. The road goes through a snowy forest. The shadow is invisible, the lighthouse lights forward, and nothing can be seen on the side. The road to the mountain, frozen, and I already stumbled on the pedals crazy lazy. And suddenly, from the right corner, from the cemetery, from the darkness, an enthusiastic voice of a five-year-old girl is heard: "Look, this is a bicycle!
After 60 km, quickly go on the ice to the mountain. What could be easier?