When I look at the cover of my journal... a bicycle lazily leaning on a storefront in a an old part of town reflecting the rich history and the unclaimed adventures...I want it to be me.Yes that bicycle is who I want to be.It seems to have seen and done a lot.I can imagine it lying on the side of a lake on a clear summer day with new grass smelling heavenly.Trees swaying gently making a soft smooth music a perfect backdrop for the deep laughter that fills the air.I can see those kids splashing in the lake.
I can see the bicycle parked carelesslely on the curb outside a house that says"psychic reader" wonder what goes on in there.Now I see it going up the mountain on a slightly chilly october morning smell the fresh fragrence of crisp air mingled with a particular smell of trees in the mountains. I wish i was that bicycle again.
