Sunday Morning Ride
Sunday morning, sleeping in late with no obligations, worries or cares. My hand stretches out to lift the drapes having the sunshine peak into my bedroom and bring in the day. I recoil slightly and sink deeper into my sheets. Normally, my phone sounds the alarm and automatically I jump into the shower and race out the front door. My sheets are wrapped around me, so warm and soft- why can't it be a dark and dreary day. Never can I lay in bed on one of those bright blue mornings- I always feel guilty for wasting such beautiful weather and my inner clock won't let me go back to sleep with the sun shinning. After a few minutes of contemplation, I stretched out again for my phone and began getting ready for the day. Checking to make sure I haven't missed any calls, I playfully rock my boyfriend awake. Lazily he groans and stretches signaling his acknowledgment that he is being summoned awake. Finally after two or three more tries he is meekly roused and on his feet strapping on his shoes for a morning ride.
As we streak out into the midday sky on bikes, my boyfriend blazing the trail a block ahead. (Most mornings he is thoroughly focused and then he gets distracted checking out buildings along the way and narrowly misses cars coming on the main thoroughfare of traffic. ) The simplest act of riding bikes around a city (any city really) is a completely different viewpoint from driving your car or walking on foot. The world is not only accessible, but you have the generous opportunity to see more of it. It is invigorating to feel the world passing almost through you as each new moment you find yourself in another world.
These are my favorite moments currently of solitude. The requirement to concentrate on only the moment at hand rather the world passing by around you. Riding through the city requires a certain amount of concentration which I feel liberates the rider with a sense of peace. Quite reflection in the morning air with the world blurring by in the methodical rhythm of your bike tire spokes.
As we streak out into the midday sky on bikes, my boyfriend blazing the trail a block ahead. (Most mornings he is thoroughly focused and then he gets distracted checking out buildings along the way and narrowly misses cars coming on the main thoroughfare of traffic. ) The simplest act of riding bikes around a city (any city really) is a completely different viewpoint from driving your car or walking on foot. The world is not only accessible, but you have the generous opportunity to see more of it. It is invigorating to feel the world passing almost through you as each new moment you find yourself in another world.
These are my favorite moments currently of solitude. The requirement to concentrate on only the moment at hand rather the world passing by around you. Riding through the city requires a certain amount of concentration which I feel liberates the rider with a sense of peace. Quite reflection in the morning air with the world blurring by in the methodical rhythm of your bike tire spokes.
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