Ballad of the bicycle: On the Road

I leave early to ride a bicycle. The hands are frozen despite the ten-gloves and go to cover my face with a balaclava. As I walk, the sun is conquering the sky and the brightness of its light is spectacular. It is one of those days where the autumn feels like a spring. He left behind a small wood and old trees. Sunlight filters through the branches and perches on the dewy grass. Everything smells musty, and you can feel this constant renewal-ing everything that is born and dies every day. A pair of storks perched on her nest waiting and others fly slowly, across the field.

On my bike, everything flows in a smooth, so smooth and so easy that seems to float wrapped in a spell. Roll on the roads is my way of understanding the world. In this solitude, I pursue myself, I separate myself from everything, I move the world. I look down and my shadow and the shadow of my beloved bike, have become one. She knows and understands me, share with me this time, she knows and understands my purpose well.

Bulls, lying in a meadow, I observe in passing. After a while I get to my favorite place. At this bend in the road, where the river meets the forest and ducks are left with the flow, the calm is perceived with a wonderful intensity.

Everyone should ever stand and watch. Look with the eyes of the soul and break the inertia and routine of his life. I feel that everything seems to be behind superfluous: the sad, I mean, haste, mistakes. One should, over time, grow into an eternal browser that recognizes and records, sometimes methodically, and other in a passionate and tenacious, which is in its soul. The soul, wonderful space, unexplored and virgin, who lives and knowing makes you inside.

No adventure better or more committed it to delve into the depths of oneself. When you live in peace does not need to carry almost anything. There is no time-Jor I'm living it now, my life is my mind, the sky that covers me, not that the truck-ing, the land they inhabit, and this bright day, where in mid-fall , my heart feels-ZON rebirth of life.

? Angel Steps