In motion the world seems to make sense. People moving. Animals moving. The sky and wind and rain and stars, all moving. The planet itself. And me and my bike.
As I ride today, both the Bandit for an early morning run to the downtown farmer's market, and later on the Shadow, cruising to a nearby park to think about and write this, I have to wonder - I really don't understand why our world has been allowed to become this way. Why as a species we can't or won't develop a more harmonious way to deal with one another, the planet, our environment, and other species.
Everything is such a struggle today, but being in motion this way is effortless. The bike and I take deep long breaths and growl at the wind as we carve our path into the various highways around this city I currently call home.
It's all such a crazy mess, but being in motion calms me, and nourishes this meaning-starved existence in no small measure.
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