My bicycle has a mind

“On the road again…I just can’t wait to get on the road again…”

Cold, wet winter months are not my fave! You see, I get stuck in the garage until spring’s sunny skies. Mind you, I am thankful that I’m not out in the muck; after all I’m pretty cute.

I have graceful citrus-yellow curves with just-shy-of-neon green wheels and, naturally, jaunty tulips tatted on my sides – I just scream, “Cruise me down to the coffee shop!” I must have garage-fever right now, being cooped up doesn’t really suit my playfulness.

Oh, I remember tripping along the bumpy path with my trusty passenger pedaling away at a lighthearted pace. She chatted freely with her beau, sigh…those were the days. I think she feels it too; wandering out and looking wistfully at me, recalling blue skies, trilling birds and rides to the park.

Was this all a lovely, surreal dream or did it actually occur in the distant sun-drenched past? Only the marching on of the seasons will reveal reality.

“Sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy…”

This little spoof echoes what many of us are feeling as winter lingers, just slightly confined to the garage. My question is does it affect only your outdoor activities or are you restricted in your mind?

As I am writing this blog, I find that I am somewhat blocked; thoughts are just not flowing as freely as I prefer. It’s almost as if the pipes in my brain are frozen, or at least slushy. How do we pump verve back into the frosted tundra of our hibernating winter selves?

Talking with my bicycle ~ Missy

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