So after I finished complaining in my last blog entry about how tired I was and how I didn't really feel like going out today, I decided that I could at least get on my bike and ride to the dumpster.
In my slippers.
And so I did.
It was the first time I had been on my bike in many months, and the roads are so flat here at the beach campground, that my "over 50 cruiser" was a pleasure to ride.
After depositing my trash into the raccoon-proof receptacle, I pointed my front tire toward the ocean. And suddenly I was riding along the shore-line on the hard packed sand as the sun was sinking into the horizon.
And I felt so free!
So I rode a while up the beach, imagining I was on the back of a horse, galloping along the sand.
Of course, I knew that interior image differed greatly from the outside picture of what I was really doing: riding in my slippers and sweats and fur trimmed coat, on a fat tire bike, along the shore line, in the sand...
But still I felt on the inside, so happy and so free.
And before I knew it I was pedaling toward the inland waterway where the pelicans and herons were swooping in for a bit of supper. And the sky began to change and glow.
And I suddenly felt like I was inside of a living picture...
Oh, the wonders of God!
(I'm sure you'll understand why there are no photos this time...:D)
In my slippers.
And so I did.
It was the first time I had been on my bike in many months, and the roads are so flat here at the beach campground, that my "over 50 cruiser" was a pleasure to ride.
After depositing my trash into the raccoon-proof receptacle, I pointed my front tire toward the ocean. And suddenly I was riding along the shore-line on the hard packed sand as the sun was sinking into the horizon.
And I felt so free!
So I rode a while up the beach, imagining I was on the back of a horse, galloping along the sand.
Of course, I knew that interior image differed greatly from the outside picture of what I was really doing: riding in my slippers and sweats and fur trimmed coat, on a fat tire bike, along the shore line, in the sand...
But still I felt on the inside, so happy and so free.
And before I knew it I was pedaling toward the inland waterway where the pelicans and herons were swooping in for a bit of supper. And the sky began to change and glow.
And I suddenly felt like I was inside of a living picture...
Oh, the wonders of God!
(I'm sure you'll understand why there are no photos this time...:D)
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