The ground below me blurs into the movement of the pedals, a greyish-black of time, energy and space. Conscious of balance, speed and direction, I move with a deliberate focus on forwards. A bird taking flight as monstrous metal machines threaten my survival I must claim my place in this desolate fast paced world. My senses feast on the sweet smell of morning air, the exhilarating wind on my face and the swish, swish of geese taking flight.
While in cars, they move shutting themselves away from the richness of the day I have a gift, unlike them, of not moving singularly through time, As I go, all of the life that surrounds me moves with me. The sight of ducks floating gently downstream the heron swiftly catching a fish in her beak and the sun’s rays sparkling through the circular shaped windows of the old wooden bridge. When I arrive, I am not solely dependent on the destination instead I come bearing stories and gratitude for what I have seen along the way. Free from the confines of my monstrous metal machine I become more human through the power of my own two feet as I am reminded of the beauty of simply choosing to pedal forward.