Wonder

I will continue to wonder why I am so fortunate as to be able to enjoy such an absolutely stunning spring evening and do so on a bicycle, riding slowly enough that the evening lingers long and then end up on the edge of a grand urban lake around a campfire made in the preferred teepee shape, while all over the world, people are suffering beneath the same crescent moon that, from the perspective of this down-below, was an upturned smile in the crepuscular glow, but which must mean something quite different to others in strife.

So, thanks to whatever series of past events have ended up with these events, and remind me never to forget how lucky we are and how fragile is the human body.

Hundreds of such spins, but never before has a tiger in a shopping cart blown past me; see how you never know?

One can pay homage to those who are fortunately still with us even when they are not.  Taking the steep way and the going forth and setting the world on fire through the woods, while classic, is not to be discounted for that; some things are classic because they are.

Notice how easily arise internal complaints about the lack of cycling infrastructure, but then when you’re finally on it, the only shortcomings are user error.

Finding the place that is always a little farther away than you remember requires remembering to remember, but there it is, just as remembered.

Can a single lovely evening make up for a whole week of turmoil?  

Perhaps it’s not a balance like that; after all, the total amount of loveliness experienced and paid attention to in those few hours surely outweighs all the rest of the days put together and makes you wonder all over again why, in this world with so much ugliness, are we showered with such shimmering beauty, and not only that, but it happens by bicycle, as well.