There’s an old man on a bicycle who rides around my block every morning. In the same old hat and blue jacket, he smiles as I wave.
He’s a tiny man with a basket on the front of his bicycle. I admire him because he knows where he’s going. He’s happy pedaling around like a child rolling in circles. I can’t help but smile as I watch him ride on. This daily ritual gives me hope and something to look forward to.
Peace and Love,