Wednesday, April 02, 2008

it’s time

I’m thinking – let’s not get soft here. Time to ditch the bus and start biking to work. My bicycle is refreshed, ready.

I bundle up. I understand my limitations. Wind blows and I get cold.

I set out. I am so bundled that I can hardly turn to spot the traffic. Still, I zip through Shorewood, across the field and onto the lake path. Ah, the lake path. So romantic.


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So muddy.

I am covered with dreadful yellow grit. My bike has a case of yellow speckled fever. It’s all rather disgusting. The handbrakes sound grimy and unpleasant.

I’m not complaining really. I am hot from the four mile ride. But it’s a splendid ride. Good bye buses. See you next November.

(On the way home, I avoid the lake path. To be rewarded with this..


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…and this…)


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3 comments:

  1. see - I told you the flowers would come.

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  2. I found I could bike in a windbreaker and ski gloves in freezing weather, back in the day, in Boston/Cambridge. The gloves were crucial, as was the windbreaker -- anything heavier and I'd be drenched by the time I got to school. Of course that was 24, 25 years ago. I'm not sure how well I'd cope now! You're a continuous source of inspiration, Nina.

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  3. It's when you're by yourself that the poet in you really registers in your work. At least, that's how I see it. Unique and personal. Everything counts.

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