Today is November 1st and, as it often is in Seattle at this time of year it’s wet. I’ve been riding my bike almost daily since August and enjoy my ritual. I ride in my skirt so I can feel the wind on my skin (and, let’s face it, I like to look cute). I’ve been wondering what the colder weather would do to my new favorite
obsession hobby. Would I have to give it up? Would I have to (gasp!) wear pants? Would I wimp out and stop?
Today was the wettest ride I’ve had so far and it was spectacular. I rode through mud puddles and loved feeling the water splash up on my bare thighs. Loved watching my skin begin to turn pink as I rode longer and faster. Loved the fragrance lingering in the moist air. As I was riding, this song came on my iPod and I thought, “Yep. Thanks for the soundtrack of my life, Universe.”
The longer I live, the more I realize how important it is to just enjoy the moment and to make love to life and let it ravage me back. I carry these moments of saturated joy with me all day long. I could go on and on about how beautiful everything was/is but I’ll just share some pics instead. Enjoy!
And, since you hung in there until then end, I gift you with this Space Unicorn of Awesomeness!
And here’s a haiku:
ladies nearly bare
riding hard in the wetness
PS, Don’t tell my mom I was taking pictures while riding my bike again. I’ll never hear the end of it. =D