Places, people, and smells

Call it a self-inflicted obsession. Call it a passion driven hobby. Call it what you will. My bike and I will call it good.

It was sunny. The breeze was the kind that makes you want to hug your neighbor or buy an ice cream cone. The day was perfect. The smells of spring were all around. Citrus blossoms from the neighbors yard. Grilled meat from the family down the street. I imagine a family gathered around the grill. The small boy with his mouth watering, impatiently bouncing at his fathers feet. The little girl with sweet curls and a plate in her hand, anxiously awaiting her fathers first fruits. The mother, happily preparing for the feast to come.

The road was under my feet. I could imagine no other place I'd rather be.