Epic

Last night I found myself clipping along under a canopy of cottonwoods. Hidden deep between the bluffs of the Mississippi, quiet, under the rush of highways and din of suburban developments, lay a small strip of sand and mud, half submerged in the dark waters of the river. I pressed down on each pedal. Concentric mechanical circles, driving forward against a steady, cool wind. The sun flickered through the trees. Each trunk swaying in unison with the wind. Their leaves rushing - an invisible wave breaking over each branch.

I pushed on, and I found the comfortable solitude, and quiet excitement of discovering some place new. I saw the golden evening light. I felt the searing pain in the depths of my legs. Last night I found the heart of cycling.