I bought a bike today
sparked by a dream I had...
of riding through forests
winding paths
rocky cliffs
mountain ascents ahead.
From summits I will gaze
down on oceans away.
Breath returns
cool relief.
Lowering to my drops
sail to valleys below,
hearing languages
I do not speak.
I will wake with the sun.
Hear the laughter outside?
Rise up to climb again.
laughter comes easy