Sometimes, on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, even with loads of work to do on the computer, it still feels good to escape for a quick bike ride to the park.
I know I'll be back home soon, where the work will be waiting for me. But for this guy, ever since as far back as I can remember, there is nothing more therapeutic, like the sound of the freewheel as I ride in the afternoon breeze. Easy breezy.
I know I'll be back home soon, where the work will be waiting for me. But for this guy, ever since as far back as I can remember, there is nothing more therapeutic, like the sound of the freewheel as I ride in the afternoon breeze. Easy breezy.
Back indoors now. Doing my "homework," I feel like I'm 13 again...
