29 Apr 2012, 8:50pm

Cycling Shorts

It’s my inaugural cycle of the season and I only wish my thighs weren’t talking to me anymore. Slow going and hills growing as I head up them as if I’m a tectonic force.

It’s not without upsides however.

Cycling past a house where a suited man stands at the door, searching his pockets, holding a spare jacket. To one side of the house a decorated car full of groomsmen, to the other side a groomsman in shirt-sleeves going in his basement window.

Cycling around a bend in the warm day to startle a fox who sprinted diagonally along the trail ahead of me, long and lean as a cat in a leap, muzzle greyed and red shape soon hidden in some bush cover at the verge.

Cycling by a woman who is in her car at the end of her driveway not moving. A car slows on the road and comes to a full stop. I thought at first it was to let her merge into traffic but no, both are waiting on a flock of seagulls on the road. One driver bips her horn and drivers wave and smile at each other and life continues.

Cycling at a traffic light, two bus commuters greet. One has a bag with yellow tulips peeking out. They talk about the houses boarded up for demolition. They and another are rescuing the abandoned gardens, flowers and bulbs before the blind ploughs come.

Quote: “In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.” ~ Albert Schweitzer, philosopher, physician, musician, Nobel laureate (1875-1965) [via My Muskoka]

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