Breaking snow on an early winter morning. Pedaling in near silence. Not a sound save for my panting breath and the snow crunching under my wheels. Still air. Not a single leaf rustling or a snowflake falling. Not another soul to be found. I have the ride to myself. The emptiness, the silence moves me as I pedal on. Times like these are special. They’re moments for adventure, small opportunities while living life in the normal world.
Steadily moving forward, never backward. There is something to be said for making your own trail. Most times the journey will be a lonely one because your dreams are your own. Make your own tracks. They’re well worth the effort.
Ride on and go your own way.
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