I have now ridden a bicycle twice this calendar year. It had been since freshman year at FSU since I had last ridden more than a few circles in the street, and it was marvelous. While at FSU I had a mountain-styled bike from the local target, which was beneficial to my riding style. I found my way across hops in pavement, ducked around shrubs, and blurred down the FSU campus to my classes (my dorm was uphill to all classes, which allowed a quick ride to, and slow ride back). But these rides were of necessity, not leisure. Todays jaunt on wheels was different.
This glorious day began as the sun rose. The orange glow emitted from the great fusion ball in the sky radiated warmth down, the light breeze a mostly mild counter. The simplicity of a hued sky and a wind on my face provides me with energy that no coffee or 40 hour energy blast could ever (although I did have my espresso in the morning, only to heighten already elevated jubilee) fathom. I was out and heading to my day of work, but no shift could stymie this encompassing feeling of serenity.
Hours passed quickly, sands of time coursed by without notice. I was released from my remuneration and given the rest of the day to pursue, and I knew exactly what those would be. There was a renovated old bike sitting in a garage that I need to sit on. A quick meal of some homemade soup (maybe my next cooking blog) I set off. The bike hadn’t felt pressure on its peddles in my memorable history, it is a remnant left from when my father was my age- using its 10 speeds and thin tires to trek about during college. Those gears still keep their place, each push down propels forward faster.
I left on a ride without measured pace, speeding towards the horizon with all the force my feeble legs could output, and crawling to nearly a stop enjoying pockets of interest that a speeding car could never see. From a driver’s side view at 40 you could never see the weathered regality of a… cow munching on a blade of grass, or its companion finding ecstasy in a patch of apparently delicious clover.
I eventually made my way to a chair and desk- my intended destination- and spent a few hours on some schoolwork and web design. Another ride brought me back to the place my bed sits. The trip home was lined with long shadows and dimming light, a waning end to the day. During my cycle back I switched gears, and loosed the chain from its gear. I bent down and began freeing the chain from the guard, but it was a stubborn creature. Finally sprocket met chain and feet began to push peddles down. Freeing a chain is a process that never leaves the actor with clean hands, for a few miles my hands were blacked by grease and grime but it felt good. Sooty hands reminded me these digits can accomplish. I panted to a stop as the last few beams of light from the once warming sun hid from my view, and now here I sit. Another assignment to do in another tab, but I couldn’t focus further without some sort of expression. I hope you have your own (maybe much less public if you were inclined) method of output. A few have found my words interesting, yet I know from my authorship here that there can be much more meaning found in your own few rambling paragraphs.