Cycling and anniversaries

Today keeps taking my breath away and in turn, gives me life, this morning I decided to cycle to Clarence, its been a while since I have cycled a long distance, it was not that far but still a distance I am not used to, yet the tiredness could not distract from the beauty of choosing to be alive, in the mornings I go to open the gym after I had done that mission, I had the choice to got to home as I have every single other morning or start riding in the opposite direction and ride down the road I have not traveled, see for long I wanted to cycle to Clarence and yet I always had reason to place it on the back burner, not realizing that is, where dreams gather dust and shrivel and roll up on life support.

I chose the road, the distance, the discomfort, and my lungs busy exchanging its breath for life, this morning was absolutely gorgeous, the morning air smelled moist, and fresh the light has battled the clouds and the sky filled with the colors of their warfare. the time on the seat brought me closer to myself.

I arrived at the destination and invited my friend to come for a beer with the intent of also having a lift back, yet the plans did not work out that way but another friend was on their way, not because of me but because its a special day for him and his wife their thirtieth anniversary.

Anything I will write will never be enough, to explain thirty years to explain these beautiful people who honestly Loves, have a loving touch I have seen how people enter their life and is affected for good their touch has rubbed of on me, and for them to have included me to their special day is a privilege to witness from the natural landscapes to the nature of love has filled my soul windows, and all this just because I have turned left instead of right when I left the gym.

dear reader, I am thankful that you give yourself to spend valuable time of your life reading this, words that I fill on these blank spaces, thank you for reading, the only gift I can give you in return is to share my heart with you and all I can think is turn left go out and do that little thing you always wanted to do, that thing itching inside of you no matter how small or daunting there is so much life in that choice I have not even started to truly express what today held, for it would be too long to try and express the best I can say is it held my heart! it reminds me of a

Poem by Robert Frost, The road not taken.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Thank you for reading
Peace and Love

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