An Ordinary Ride

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.