The Joy of Biking
The human landscape changes, too. Once a week, I glimpse people's lives through their recycle bins. Houses go up for sale-and stay that way. Renovation projects begin, go on forever, and then are suddenly finished. I've seen bumper stickers change, holiday decorations come and go, ash trees fall, driveways get paved.
It sounds banal, yes, but if I were in the car, I'd be flipping between stations, watching traffic, checking the gas gauge-the soulless activities that lead to the unsatisfying end of an unlived life. In the twenty minutes that I'm outside on my bike, I weave a different way of being into my suburban existence-and that's a pleasure.
[Originally published in May, 2009.]
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