R-kids and I have been riding our bikes every chance we get. To the bank. To buy bread. To baseball. To the post office. To escape. To breathe in some air.
The other evening as I was trailing a bit behind the kids on the way back to R-house, I realized that I was feeling more…here.
I drive through this town of mine all year long, but when I’m riding my bike through it, I actually…see it. I notice things. I feel a part of it, instead of apart from everything and everyone as I drive past in my closed up car, trying to remember what I need to not forget while I’m trying to get somewhere from here.
I just realized, I like feeling here.
Here is good.
by julie rybarczyk
