a bicycle, a sunny day, an open road

Somewhere in the countryside of Austria there was this open road. No people at all. Just the open road and the green, brown plains at both sides of the road. It was divided into two lanes. Concrete cement. At around 8 o'clock in the morning when the sun has just started to shine for that day, I rode my bike with no particular destination. Japan perhaps.

I pedaled and went on and on all through out the smooth, wide road. It was like yoga. I thought only of how wonderful it is to be riding my bike in such a fine weather, in such a desrted place where no one would care, no one to bother me. As I biked, the wind was blowing through my cheeks. Although I could not see it, I know it flushed pink. It was healthy like apples freshly picked. Surprisingly, my feet never tired. I felt free. Free and dreamy...