Incredible bike ride! Words like incredible just fall off the fingers but I know I am alive on the early morning planet. All senses are engaged. I can see such brilliant color. At 6:15 am the light is both eerie and calming. By 7:15, the light intensifies the greens, the yellows, the purples of spring. I swear they just leap out at me and stop me cold. I seriously must stop and breathe in the colors, the fog, the filtered sunlight. There is a short section of the ride that is in a small valley where the hills and trees ooze greens, purples and shades of blue while the flat is littered with oranges, reds, yellows, and pinks. I almost can't stand the beauty. But it's not at all just what my eyes take in. The fragrance of spring surprises me! It is not a constant as I ride along but rather whispers in my nose from time to time. And when it does, I see the colors too. Double whammy!
The air is cold and my fingers a bit numb but then the hill work makes the hoodie feel too tight and too warm. I have to frequently adjust the gears as I roll up and down and on the flats. I can hear the knees scream a bit but I am used to ignoring them. The abs are sucked in. They ride better that way. The right clavicle whines from time to time and I find myself releasing the right arm from the handlebars and holding my right hand close to the clavicle. It's a way to take the pressure off the reach and to remind myself that the healing is not quite done. This morning John Prine fills my ears too and I carry an illegal smile as I keep a head full of hope and a heart that's filled with wonder. Oh my! For a brief time I am in the moment, as they say. I know what it means to be alive, to be joyful with the world, to have no fears or failures. I have run away.
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