Posts Categorized: Voices

That Floating Feeling

The urge could be ignored no longer. The lengthening days, the return of bird song, the first of the year’s weeds greening and pushing through the still brown, dormant lawn. It was time to consign winter to the dustbin and admit that spring is in the air.

Remind me again why I do this?

“For the last hour or so, I’ve thought of many things, but I can’t remember a single one.” Bill was slowly turning circles on the county road, while I leaned over my handle bars, feet unclipped from my pedals, gasping like a fish too long out of water. I nodded agreement. We’d reached the far out of our ride, an eight mile climb from town, and it was time to turn around and head back down. I drained the last [...]