It's been two days back at work. Two days with icy, cold, and downright brutal conditions. Two days without commuting to work on my bicycle. Tomorrow will make day number three. And let me tell you this: I miss riding to work. It used to be that I dreaded the morning commute, but now i'm coming to depend on it, to look forward to it, to actually ENJOY it.
Maybe it's not riding my bike through frigid temps that i actually miss, as much as the tiny amount of freedom and dignity that it gives me?
Maybe it's not riding my bike through frigid temps that i actually miss, as much as the tiny amount of freedom and dignity that it gives me?