A Morning Bike Ride

June 14, 2011 § 5 Comments

It was at the moment when I reached the top of the hill, when this song was loud in my ears and the sun had just broken out over the mountain and all over the sidewalk, that I stopped peddling, threw up my chin, and let down my hair.

 

 

Ps. Does anyone else find this funny little dance so endearing? I wish I could have danced it while riding . . .

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