Remembering lazier days
Today marks the first of many wet, winter days unsuitable for cycling. I surprised myself. No longer needing to focus on the traffic around me, I experienced some quiet, lost positives. I looked up, rediscovering the clean geometry of this urban landscape. I saw a rainbow under slate clouds, edged by a bright blue sky. I listened, noting the patterns in various whirs and clicks of passing machinery. Instead of panting for air, I found the luxury of inhaling deep and slow, nearly meditating on each breath. On MUNI this morning, I met the eyes of my neighbors, and faced their sleepy humanity. And tonight, I took the long way home — I'd forgotten how strong it feels to bound up these hills.
It was a good day. One I hope lives on through the rest of this dark season.
