A car in the shop. An early morning. What better to do?
I awoke fairly early this morning. The original plan was to leave the house around 7:30 am. I was off a bit before that.
I knew my ride would have to be "me." My best manner of conveyance? A bicycle.
At first I was consciously pedalling just to get there! Half way through the ride I began to hear bird. I saw flowers. The smell of dirt beckoned. The sunshine was bright. Fields stretched in front of me.
My feet began to ease up. Not in speed, but in intent.
Almost as though I was freed from rush. Freed from the pending day. Rather, the daisies — or were they tulips or other spring colors — began to drive my ride!
Somedays, Sunday is a wake up call to rest!