Bathing Golden Goddess
A reflection:

Whizz of chain, whine of tyres and the rasping of my own breath was all I was aware of as I raced the twilight home.
Sweat was running down my nose as I pedaled and worked out the frustration of the day.
In a moment, my hairs bristled,
and I became aware though of much much more.
The rustle as the grass responded to the caress of the wind.
The flapping of the bats as they circled the trees, shrieking and crying out. The slithery crash of the night hunters. Frogs and toads and snakes. The jump and splash of the fish.
And as I looked up over the water, there she was.
She arose dripping out of the Waters. Golden and huge.
Like a goddess arising out of a bath, naked wet, dripping and unashamed.
My pulse quickened and time slowed down. I noticed I had locked down my grip on both the brakes.
As my rear tyre slid to a stop and I was acutely aware of everything.
As I watched she slowly made her way up into the sky, leaving a trail of garments behind.
I understand now why the wolves howl, the psychopaths rage and seethe. I howled and raged and seethed also at the sheer beauty of it all. I wanted to shout out to the world to stop and look. The distant traffic, just look for a moment!!
After an age, quietly and regally she retreated higher.
And as she did, she shrank in size, her light became cold and queenly.
The golden hue was shed, the spell was broken.
A sudden sting of mosquito and unconscious slap brought me back to the present.
So I rode on grinning my wolfish grin,
shaking my head in awe.