September 11, 2020•112 words
There's significant beauty in the mundane, the everyday. It's easy to overlook and disregard that, but I'm slowly learning how to cherish those moments.
I've come to love cycling. It's such a beautiful thing to do: movement at a speed that's fast, yet very human, still. But it's also a great time to think, to process.
But I don't like to handle the big stuff, yuck. It's the little things, the simple ones, the boring ones I think about. And it's not really thinking, soaking up reality, sort of.
It's a process I can't truly describe with words; it's just something that has to be experienced.