Open up your eyes now.
It is no surprise now. What you see is me.
How grateful I am that I can commute to work by bicycle!
Always with the freedom to stop and just look in wonder. Whenever. At whatever.
It doesn’t matter where you live. Or how long the commute. (For the record, mine’s about forty-five minute now.) Or how deep your water is. If you’re on a bicycle, you can always stop. Stop and look.
There’s always so much to see. In any season.
And you wake up the next morning, remembering all the things that gave your eyes joy the day before, and it just seems so easy to walk out into the cold February morning, right past the car—and get right back up on the saddle.
