My handlebars pointed south as the road dipped.
A bird high above suddenly descended in front of me and
arced back up in a U, flying between my bike and the car
headed north.
I've seen this many times- ordinary- and yet, extraordinary.
The road rose up and I eased off the pedals ever so
slightly.
An overflowing dumpster across the street failed to dampen
my mood.
The temperature was perfect.
I accelerated on.
The sign ahead indicated that Swansea was to the left.
A right turn would take me on the most direct route home.
A left turn would prolong the ride.
I turned left. This is just too good.
