Riding a bike uphill in a smattering of rain, three tomatoes cupped in your left hand.
You brought nothing with you save an iPod, through which you didn't even play any music while you watered your garden. You wish you had heeded that prompting to get your pocket knife as you were going out the side gate earlier, perhaps then you would have remembered to grab some grocery bags, those at least would have been useful. It's kinda hard to steer with one hand. Luckily, you only have a couple blocks to go out of the three and a half between your home and your garden. (Not far, but far enough that the poor thing hardly ever gets weeded.)
Rhythmically peddling, thinking and observing the road before you, your attention is a smooth stream and in no time at all your house comes into view, and you decide to travel on the bike a few feet farther to enter the yard through the front rather than the side gate.
You turn the corner, and you see the Western sky, an amazing display of piercing light and dark grey clouds, your breath catches, and you decide that everything is worth it, preferable even; the light rain, the slow, uphill bike ride, even the fact that you forgot to bring any bags to carry produce in. It all fits perfectly.
Funny how that works sometimes. Even the uncomfortable or difficult moments of life blaze with beauty in memory, or even in the present. They stitch life together, defining and brightening every moment of it in one way or another.
(9/26/13)
You brought nothing with you save an iPod, through which you didn't even play any music while you watered your garden. You wish you had heeded that prompting to get your pocket knife as you were going out the side gate earlier, perhaps then you would have remembered to grab some grocery bags, those at least would have been useful. It's kinda hard to steer with one hand. Luckily, you only have a couple blocks to go out of the three and a half between your home and your garden. (Not far, but far enough that the poor thing hardly ever gets weeded.)
Rhythmically peddling, thinking and observing the road before you, your attention is a smooth stream and in no time at all your house comes into view, and you decide to travel on the bike a few feet farther to enter the yard through the front rather than the side gate.
You turn the corner, and you see the Western sky, an amazing display of piercing light and dark grey clouds, your breath catches, and you decide that everything is worth it, preferable even; the light rain, the slow, uphill bike ride, even the fact that you forgot to bring any bags to carry produce in. It all fits perfectly.
Funny how that works sometimes. Even the uncomfortable or difficult moments of life blaze with beauty in memory, or even in the present. They stitch life together, defining and brightening every moment of it in one way or another.
(9/26/13)
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