On morning bike rides

There is something sacred and magical about biking on a summer weekend morning. The past three Sunday mornings, I’ve rolled out of bed, written my morning pages, and gone for a bike ride around the neighborhood. The summer heat hasn’t hit yet, and there are few cars to challenge my path. People out walking smile as I ride past. It’s like we share this time as a secret. “Shh,” I think as they walk past, “don’t wake everyone else up, not yet.”

 

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  1. Yay for weekend morning bike rides! The morning is a wonderful, undisturbed time.

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