Almost every night as I’m riding home I experience the
grandest bicycling-induced thoughts. And I say to myself, Yes!, this should go
right on the blog, this is what I’m talking about, this is the real deal, the
essence of ride-life, or maybe even just life… then, I get home and put the
bike away and enter the arriving-home-routine and before I know it, think about
it, the vision is gone, nearly impossible to retrieve. But really, the
epiphany, these epiphanies, their specifics, shouldn’t need to be shared. We
all have our epiphanies, our visions, our experiences to enjoy and live
with/through, almost impossible to express fully, like trying to relate a
dream. The important, sharable moment, though, is that epiphanies happen,
epiphanies happen on the bike, and it’s a great reason to ride, to ride, to
ride…
2 comments:
That reminded me of the legend of Coleridge's opium-influenced dream - which he was not able to recollect completely - that produced Kubla Khan.
Thanks, Justin. Maybe there’s a poem brewing in my head somewhere, too.
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