It is difficult to believe that it has been nearly 7 months since my body has sustained any further damage due to what has proven to be, in its initial stages at least, a hazardous commute. Though I would be telling fibs to say the time has been without incident, including the time when I came within an inch of my life thanks to a driver deciding to make a u-turn--for all practical purposes--into me.
It is a happy fact that in the witnessing the changing rhythms of seasons in the passing months--the morning summer camps in the park turning into autumn evening soccer practices, the welcoming cheerful brightness of neighborhood christmas lights breaking into the encroaching winter darkness, and the ever-faithful lady out exercising her three border collies, throughout--the pleasantries of riding my little blue bicyclette has been fresh air and delight.
