Monday, July 30, 2007

standing on my pedals

The wind in my hair, up so high, the tree's green canopy becomes my sky.

I lift a hand and touch the leaves, as I fly by.

I am surprised that this still brings me joy.
So simple.
Standing on my pedals.
37 years old.
I wonder if it will always be this way. No matter how old I am.
If when I am 80, (probably on one of those three wheeled beach cruisers with the big basket in back), if I will still pump my legs along, to get up speed, so I can stand on my pedals, up high in the breeze.
I think if I can I will, and I think it will bring me joy still.


Clare Dudman said...

Yes, I think we owe it to ourselves to keep standing up on those pedals, Taffiny. Nice blog - I'm intrigued by that photo you removed now!

Taffiny said...

Oh! Just my back (to the tippy top of my bum), I put up a modified verson of it (just my back).