Notes Along the Way- Week 6

This winter seems particularly bad. The snow feels stiff—less an invitation to adventure and more a barrier. There’s a closed-in feeling everywhere, the roads and sidewalks narrowed until the world itself feels compressed.

Compressing.

This season feels narrowing.

Last night, just as I closed my eyes, I felt a sudden, wonderful surge of happiness. I’m going to Florida. I’ll ride my bike more miles than I’m ready for—and more than I’ll want by the time it’s done.

I felt a spark I haven’t felt in months. Like I’m setting myself up to find my strength again. My laughter.

I’ve been in a rut, not unlike the shoveled walkways outside: tight, constrained, worn down by repeated passes. It’s amazing what it feels like to finally step out of it.

And when I come back, it will be just that much closer to spring.