i get my best thoughts while biking through the forest. i've learned to ride with no hands, and that newfound freedom allows my back to straighten, my thoughts to tend upward, my legs to pedal machine-like and steadily onward. my arms sometimes find themselves utterly stretched out, and it's almost as if i could pedal myself into the sky. i feel like i am a tiny spark of god, of bird, of more than just myself.
the golden hour is when the sun is just about to set. on cloudless days the liquid honey light is even more potent, pervasive. the warmth that spills from the sky calls me to bask, to let my face and skin become awash with light. it is in this moment, repeated however many times throughout my life, that the boundary of my body is torn away.
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