Present is a space I don’t occupy well, especially in the city.
My bike takes me places while my mind calculates where I’m going and where I’ll head next. Work. Appointment. Grocery store. Repeat.
I ponder the past. How did it go? What could have gone differently? The ride is a pass-through as my thoughts bounce forward and back.
April has been a month spent shifting my mind to the present. I still come and go, but there is an added focus on where I am.
The mundane commute becomes a quest to discover something new to appreciate. Felkerino and I ride together. I welcome our morning conversations and our quick goodbye kiss.
The erratic spring weather surprises me each day, and reminds me that glorious warm days of summer are soon to follow.
I keep a watchful eye out for new splashes of springtime color. Longer days mean group projects with the sun to explore its long shadows and golden afternoon light.
The mind stops its whirring. All my senses open to the day, to the moment. As I rediscover the beauty of the urban everyday, I am present.