This morning, I had a very vivid dream.
I was biking on a country highway near my grandmother’s house in Pennsylvania. Alone, at night. No lights.
It was tough going, as there are many land features in Pennsylvania. Sometimes I had to stand up to get some momentum going, just so my muscles could keep the pedals turning.
Add to this, that I was very tired. So tired I could hardly keep my eyes open. I told myself, “It’s fine, between the rumble strip on one side, and gravel on the other, you’ll know if you get off your path.”
It was chilly. Exhilarating. Exhausting. In hindsight, terrifying. I had no safety vest, no lights. The woods were dark. The sky full of stars. It was hard work, but I kept moving.
How like life.
I don’t know what’s coming over the next hill. I am apparently not energized enough to begin looking for all the potential danger around me. Somehow I find little bits of wonder, little triumphs. Just going to keep pedaling and hoping.