a girl and her bike
Bicycle excursions in the hours of levitating daylight have been prescriptions for pure joy. I take the path along the shore where I weave into walkways with spilling bougainvillea and honeysuckle leading to the farmers market. I stop there for fresh berries and cold coconut water to consume along the way. Sometimes I carry a camera and often my journal, but mostly I am enveloped in the moment. My hair flies feral in the ocean breeze, my skin hot from the sunshine. The scent of Nag Champa from the Venice Beach Boardwalk mingles with the sounds of shouts, laughter and basketballs thumping on the court. I pedal past Santa Monica Pier where the ferris wheel I love is in motion and continue to Malibu where the breeze becomes more prominent, more urgent. This is where I begin to feel the most free. I disembark and sit for awhile. In solitude I am encircled by the ancient stories of voluble waves and I beckon them to tell me all that they know.
The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets.
- Christopher Morley
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Reader Comments (6)
"In solitude I am encircled by the ancient stories of voluble waves and I beckon them to tell me all that they know"......I imagine your own stories, whisping from your breath and mingling with the breeze that is carried back to the waves.
you have such wonderful spots to find nature in solitude!
I love the way you share yourself! :-)
stephanie: thank you, always, for your poetic words. xo
brooke: yes, i didn't really expect that when we moved to los angeles so it's been a sweet surprise.
michelle: thank you for reading and letting me know you're here. :)
always yearning . looking for my
toodling bike.
This is defintely making me miss my bike. I am thinking it would be a perfect way to spend these summer days. I miss riding to the library and around town. Thanks for the inspiration.