Yesterday, I got on my bike for the first time in over a month. The first few cranks of the pedal was euphoria… an indescribable mash of feelings: happiness, comfort, familiarity, freedom and peace. I felt like a child who suddenly rode on two wheels for the first time by herself— so wild and free. That evening, I rode home as the last bit of sun was disappearing into the night. As I got to the top of a hill, I looked down into the distance and saw an exquisite sea of bright white blinking lights. CYCLISTS! All riding towards me… wherever they maybe going. The bike route sure was busy. I was elated, seeing all those souls braving the frigid and dark skies with me as the season inches closer and closer to a below freezing winter. Then, this morning as I stepped outside with my bike, the crisp cold air instantly enveloped my body, chilling me to the bones yet like a breath of fresh air into my soul. I was suddenly alert. Reawakened. And I simply thought, “oh wow, this feels nice!”
