I woke to a cold, dreary morning, unmovitated to get on the bike, as was yestereve’s plan. Standing with a cup of coffee in hand, watching the birds and squirrels hit the feeders, I was nearly convinced that I’d have a day with a book and cups of tea.
At precisely the moment before that thought planted firmly into my psyche, a neighborhood boy went by on his bike, wearing a yellow vinyl-like rain coat thrown over his shoulders. He hucked off the curb on the next block over.
I’m home now, a two hour ride sitting in my legs. That young tike saved my life today, and when I see him again, I’ll tell him so.