The Ride
Another rare day loomed.
Very hot, with little breeze.
Unusual for the Northwest.
By afternoon the weight of it
Would land heavily
On my shoulders.
Lethargic and sweaty,
I would find myself
Drawn to little movement.
The heat not yet in full force,
A cooler morning beckoned.
Come and enjoy me.
On went the bike helmet.
Leg swung high over the bar.
My feet found the pedals.
The joy of moment hit instantly.
Self-created wind in my face.
Nature flying by.
The heat began to arrive,
Gently caressing me as I rode,
Warming me more each minute.
Then came a single salty drop,
A tiny bit of sweat bursting forth.
It meandered slowly down my back.
That drop was not the last.
Soon others would gleefully join in.
A new drop here, an extra trickle there.
The hour passed slowly,
60 minutes of joyful surrender
To the beauty of movement.
By the time I reached home
I was tired but content.
My soul was nourished.
My body, however, spoke loudly.
I was drenched with sweat.
I needed a drink, a towel, a rest.
As I sipped a glass of icy liquid,
Stretch out with my feet up,
A sense of well being filled me.
The heat may rise yet higher today.
I may become wilted and lethargic.
But in this moment, I am content.
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