freedom

I got a new bike today. Well, not new, but new to me. It happened by accident, drifted into my life by chance and at no cost to me. It's my first mountain bike, and it's so light, and smooth, and lovely. I can sit down the whole way and it doesn't feel uncomfortable.

I soar in the streets, I hum with nature, I dance. There's something about biking. I think it's partly the act of biking itself: the feeling of flying, the world passing by like silent memories, the whirlwind of colors, sounds, and shapes. But, for me, it's also the entering of spaces where cars cannot fit, being able to swerve into the corners and shadows. This is how I live my life, noticing opportunities others don't see, exploring the tiny unventured paths only to find treasure.