"i am tired of living in the cellar. i want to come out. i want to go to the ball."
sitting in the garage. tires flat. never before acquainted with air.
plastic still covering the wheels. hiding under a blanket to protect
the beautiful red paint that no one will ever see.
intended for adventure. intended to be outside. surrounded by creation.
to feel the breeze. to experience new places. to be free.
my birthday present...my bike...an all too accurate picture of my life these days.
it is me. hidden. so many intentions. so many longings for adventure. unrealized.
i wanted it...but now what will i do with it? how long will it stay complacent?
tomorrow morning, friends...
i'm going on a bike ride.
i have to.