March 28, 2018
Today began with a birthday, the third one since we left San Diego. This time the day belonged to Marianna of recumbent bike fame. She was presented with a diminutive cake, suitable for one, as well as some do-dads for the occasion, and a round of Happy Birthday to You sung by the Southern Tier Chorus.
Now, please indulge me an artistic moment that came upon me as I travelled today. My brush will be the English language which I shall dip into a rich medium of words: I had these thoughts as I rode through a soft Texas afternoon with gentle sunshine tempered with cooling breezes that caressed and pushed rather than impede my progress. It was something best experienced on a bicycle, silent and solitary. No noise but the dry air brushing my ears accented with the occasional cooing of morning doves. Above, cotton puff clouds float through a bright blue sky as Texas wildflowers bloom against dry, dusty sagebrush. Gentle, rounded hills define the horizon.
This is the world I ride through today with nothing more than the smooth glide of my chain across sprocket teeth to compete with the beauty around me. It is a golden day. A day that bicyclists imagine when they picture their perfect ride. It is all I can ask for on this journey except to make a wish to enjoy many more like it as I cross this continent.
Beautifully said Bob. And I’m not surprised.
Absolutely beautiful. Language is a great medium you use so well, and visual composition such as the still life .
Thanks for sharing.