I keep trying to find the right words to describe my love of cycling and its many pleasures,but I can never get them right.
Today I am out for a night ride alongside the Costanera, a lovely riverside promenade in my town. It’s very touristic,specially in summer,so it’s lit up with lights,food trucks,stalls, and full of people.
I’m not the only one wandering around in a bike. There’s many others. There are also runners and walkers.
Other days I have been both.
Today I felt like a ride.
( And I also have a slightly sore foot)
The thing about cycling is… I feel better on my bike. Freer. Happier. Like I could do anything. Whatever is plaguing me doesnt seem so dire.
The world doesn’t seem so daunting.
Night rides are particularly nice. Calming.inviting.inspiring.
I was thinking of this Postal Service lyric, ‘out on the street,there are many possibilities to not be alone’
And I keep coming back to perks,thinking of ,’the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder’
And that’s how I feel,I guess. Full of wonder and possibilities.