|Eighty degrees, this bike, this canal, this day: all I wanted|
|New chain + chainring|
|Ride solo rider ride|
Or just this: enjoying solitude on a bike ride in a sunny and warm place, seeing what there is to see, feeling the wind blow and trying to take in the thousand and one things happening all around?
|This happened while I was thinking that: evening liftoff|
Just listen: it rings and laughs, as it plays its solo song out to you, with a rhythm that matches the spinning of your pedals, with a brightness that matches the sun. The truth is funny and strange when it comes to me, but it must be true: your music becomes my music, warm and blue as this sky, and mine becomes yours, as we sing to each other with our voices, and ride off on our own solo exercises of existence. How weird to need other people to be alone; how perfect.