It’s been a while… at least several years. I hesitated but then I got on the bike, found my balance and followed my husband as we cycled around the cul-de-sac at the lake. The early evening glow of the sun warmed my skin and a breeze caught my hair. I could smell campfire and the sound of birds singing their beautiful songs filled my ears.
The gravel beneath the wheels of the bike crunched as I peddled along.
Memories filled me. Memories of childhood summers spent biking. Peddling to friend’s houses, the corner store, and parks. I reminisced about days that started and ended on a bicycle. I recalled bicycling so much that my body ached but the next day I would hop right back onto that bike and go for another ride.
I rang the bell on the bicycle and my husband looked back at me. I smiled. Such a familiar sound.
In this moment I feel free, happy, and young.
Sometimes it’s hard finding the magic in the mundane. Life may be bearing down on you… imposing circumstances you can’t control. Sometimes you have to let go, relinquish the control and let it unfold. It seems like in those moments, the unexpected ones, that the Magic of the Mundane takes you for an unexpected bike ride of your own.
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I like that…the magic of the mundane. It is a blessing to be able to find something marvelous about the seemingly ordinary.
I miss riding on a bike too. It does take you back to happy days, doesn’t it?
Oh, Jennifer… it’s like you wrote it just for me… xoxoxo
You are so very right, my friend, so very wise.