Sunday.
11:00 AM.
Raining.
Pouring.
I looked at all my weather sites.
Usually one is a little more optimistic than the others.
Not today.
It says 100% from now until this evening.
I checked the others.
They all said the same.
I looked at the radar.
One massive green blob of moving algae crosses my laptop screen.
All in different shades of green.
Each blob of algae has a yellow centre with an orange centre.
But you know?
I am secretly kind of happy.
I need a nothing day.
A day to do this kind of thing.
I have a problem with not knowing how to ‘stop.’
It is a hurdle I have to get over.
Hmm, not get over.
Work on.
Be more aware of it.
Change?
Accept?
There is nothing wrong with stopping.
I use ‘nature’ to tell me when to stop.
When not to ride.
It is the only thing that will stop me.
It is telling me not to ride today.
Have a big breakfast.
Listen to ‘tunes.’
Have a nap.
Talk to friends.
Walk over to the market and shop for a special dinner.
Maybe a bottle of white.
Rest.
Chill.
I sometimes wonder if I ride too much.
But I just love it so much.
Sometimes, when I ride, I will ride by a woman or a man.
They have found the perfect bench to sit on.
…And read their book.
It was their goal.
How wonderful is that?
I think I am jealous.
I find it hard to sit down.
Hard, verging on impossible.
I would read a page and then have no idea of what I just read.
I don’t have a television.
I am good for five minutes of watching, then I ‘drift.’
I am older now, and as I get older, things kind of fall into place.
What I should continue to work on, what is okay as is, what I should let go, or simply, ‘that ship has sailed.’
But that ship will have a port.
And maybe I will get on it at that port.
Or maybe I will not.
Maybe I will just keep riding and let nature tell me when to stop.
Maybe I will go buy a book called ‘The Greatest Shortest Short Stories of All Time.’
Start there, start small, on the perfect bench.
I know a beauty that nobody knows about.
‘Raincheck’
Insert umbrella emoji here.
‘There is another way to ride.’