Spring
So this is the season for re-discovering our first loves. I have returned to my first form of exercise: road cycling/biking. And today I have found the most breathtaking place in the world.

My hybrid bike can handle dirt!
It is Sims Road at 7 o’clock on a Sunday evening, in the spring. The sky is a blue bowl with the inside scraped by orange, purple, and pink clouds of all forms. Four white-tailed fawns prance in a weedy field and bob their heads at me, the stranger in a plastic red helmet. Horses graze stoically and unseen birds sing their evening lullabies. The breeze dances with a thousand dandelions and smells of fresh-cut grass and wild garlic. Lazy roads roll over hills and carry me up, down, around. A black cat crouches in a ditch, unsuccessfully trying to be inconspicuous.
This, all in a 10-mile bike ride. I felt like I entered a corner of heaven. But, no, it is just the turn of the Earth.
A quiet Saturday sunrise ride through the back roads is equally breathtaking (perhaps due to the morning chill).
If you don’t ride bikes, just step outside at night, and let the crickets serenade you as you stargaze.

The Walkup House at Sunset
My Birthday
When I wake up on the first day of spring (Tuesday, March 20), I will have woken up for the 6,209th day of my life: 17 years. I will breathe the fresh air of spring mornings through my screen window and I will be happy to be me. There is no more longing for the past, for the 15-year old me who could wear size 0 nor for the 16-year old me who could run 6 miles. (As far as “superficial fat” goes, it is so much better to be fat and happy. Trust me.)
So, I’m ready. Ready to face the world as the person God made me to be: real and totally myself. Ready to be 17.

Bradford Pear trees on Walkup Road

