Thankful For the Small Stuff
Sunlight, peeking through cloudless skies. Later, sunset. Air dancing across my skin, heart racing, greedy for oxygen. Quads burning, calves tightening; summiting, long draws of water. Strapping on...
gratitude
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The door swings open. Immaculately engineered bikes, tastefully lit, sit atop their displays. Music, a bit edgy, pipes in from overhead speakers. There’s rubber, of course, but also...