Wahoo

I spend Saturday morning riding back through time. Pushing the pedals of my bike faster and faster. Watching my riding partner hold her hands straight out from her sides, letting her fingers slice through the air. The sun shining down on our faces. Braids and ponytails peek out from bike helmets. Suddenly we are children laughing and talking to each other in that strange language that we share. Each stroke of the pedal erasing everything painful from my mind. Ever person that we pass flashes the same smile. One of the joy of hanging on to childish delights.