Sometimes, I silently scold cars that pass me when I’m biking, in a Dave Eggers style imagined conversation.
- You don’t see what I see.
- I am in a hurry.
- The hot air balloons drifting over the cornfields at sunrise…
- I am tired.
- The horses, sheep, cows, winking as you glide by.
- …
- Endless farmland and gracious meadows, rolling green hills. Twisty tall trees, vines hanging down to create a tunnel of green. The birch groves, where, when the early morning sun hits just right, you can very nearly catch sight of where the elves live. On the bridge crossing the Connecticut, squinting a little and tilting your eyebrows just so, the bridge disappears and you are flying into the sunset on your bike, ET style, through the viney green canopies of Never Never Land.
- I am sorry.
- Just think about biking next time.
Also: 20 miles a day X 5 days a week X 10-ish weeks = 1,000 miles! Yeah!
And: Today I got caught in the rain on my way home. It wasn’t so bad at first, the only thing that’s hard about biking in the rain is when my glasses get clouded. But then it started getting really vigorous, and maybe hailing, so I took shelter under a little tunnel because I knew it would pass soon.
After a few minutes, the sun came out, but the rain was still coming down hard core. A rainbow appeared in a perfect arch over the path, lined with trees stretching off into to the horizon, and it was just about the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
This is not my image, but I included it just so you could get a general idea. Sometime I’ll take my camera along and document the beauty myself.
- M
