Biking Note

Trapped in the walls of the city I sit in my home. I look out the window and know that there is nothing but urban density for miles. Nothing but gray and industrial roads and houses. The surroundings fill me with feelings of apathy and sorrow. Trapped in this landscape, I know I must find a way out for the first time in a while. I walk downstairs and there is my way out. I have found my escape for the next few hours, my bicycle. I take my bike outside, and lean it against the gate on my block. I take out my helmet and clip it into its position. I put my little bag onto the back of my bike. It has the few things that I know I will need, my water bottle and my wallet, and I leave everything behind and set off.

I roll off, and within minutes I glide along the river. I ride the current for miles, until I am surrounded by nothing but green, river, and sunlight for a little while. All the troubles of everyday life are left behind. I am deluding my confusion with the calm of the sunlight and pasture fields. Nothing bothers me and I just am at peace with my surroundings. The green and calm landscape around me fills me with incredible peace and joy. I continue up the river until I am once again surrounded by people and buildings, yet it is different this time. I am surrounded by a less urban area, and the river still sits by my side. 

I take a right and begin my ascent uphill slowly but surely. Finally leaving the river and the city behind, I am ascending above my troubles and bad thoughts. By the time I have summited it I am in a different world. The urban density of the city has been left behind and replaced by a diluted and relaxing suburban landscape. Visible is the green grass of lawns and the shade of trees cools me on the warm day. I pedal up and down the undulating hills of the neighborhood and enjoy the vacation from the city I am taking. For the next few hours, there will be peace.

Italicized section is quote by Walt Whitman