When I ride my bike, I smile a lot, even though I’m alone, cause its just cool to let my mind enjoy all the sights and thoughts that portal my spirit, and stimulate my mind, (It might be a creek, a path in the shade, a rock in the mud, a fox in the grass, or tarantula on the road, or the chirp from the depth of green leaves in the darkness of a cool forest, but portals open), while I travel at the speed of soothe, all at the same time that I’m busting my ass as hard as my heart and lungs will let me sustain the exchange replenishment I battle for in each gasp for relief that only provides enough to encourage the struggle for another, until it has to end. It’s a lot like waking up and feeling good because I’m remembering a really great dream; except that I can do it when I want and while I’m awake, like “Oh yeah, I’m alive, how great!”

And traveling different roads makes for even more different moments that feel like I’m seeing deeper in all directions into the universe, and there are more portals to access and connect those colorful chambers of life I experienced in each. With that art, I caught glimpses through others portals–there are souls out there that are Pretty Nice!