to pass the time

i pushed down hard on the pedal and the wheels began to wobble me slowly forward. the second push and i was off. cautiously braking down the hill, a little jerk here and there, gaining speed as i neared the end of the slope. i turned and steadied out, picking up speed again as i crossed the street. it sent wind through my hair and billowed my shirt. i rode through the grass and the blades hit the bottom of the pedals in consecutive swooshes.

loose stones are not a good riding surface. nor are woodchips.

the magic of a ride ended quickly.