Wind messing my hair, swooshing past my ears, making me feel as if I am about to fly…
I rode a bicycle today – something I haven’t done in a couple of years (to my deep disappointment).
To say that I was excited when I mounted on that bike today is to say nothing. I was exhilarated, a wide grin stretching from ear to ear. I rode with anyone who wanted to ride (there were two bikes available) and simply by myself. I suspected that I will have to pay for riding later because my knees are still not up for a lot of physical exertion, but I just couldn’t give up the opportunity. (Vicks’ VapoRub is doing magic to my knees right now as I write.)
As I rode, the memories flooded my mind.
The memories of summers when I would get off the bicycle only to eat / sleep / swim and play lotto with my grandma. The memories of a happy childhood when I enjoyed life to the fullest.
I am not saying I don’t enjoy life these days, but I do miss my family. And random things like bike rides or even the smell of cows evoke the thoughts of happy moments we’ve shared over the years.
Riding a bike takes knowing how to balance. That’s what I’ve been trying to do lately – balance and not fall over one of the sides. Seems like there are always sides these days wherever you look. Knowing how to balance is a useful thing.
I’m glad that my friend Tonya did talk me into going to our friends’ house. Fresh air, bright sunshine, bikes, good company, and a couple of hours of simple one-on-one talk time were just what was needed.