Five minutes too late

I spent lunchtime huddling out of the rain in one of the many local branches of Starbucks. As the rain eased up, I noticed a bright bike in the drabness, beautifully reflected on the wet pavement. Although the rain had stopped, the pavement was still pretty wet and I thought the reflection would remain until the end of my coffee.

Wrong.

I managed to snag the end of it; there's still a bit of colour there but no definition at all.