I remember being in class last year. It was a room with really high ceiling and a sort of sculpture in the middle of it. It was all very classy, the typical white women bodies. The door could have handled an elephant getting in or out. THe windows were so big, i was getting used to seeing windows so big, that it looked as if they wanted me to feel reassured of how similar we all are…
I sometimes take some time off to remember and think of the crystal like sound i used to hear from that room. It sounded as if some metals were being shaken about against some glass. The sound used to make me smile, and think of some other feelings that could take me to.
It was all so honest. It was all so clear. It was the ultimate feeling of freedom, the breeze in your hair, the rain on your face, the drops falling of your chin, but still, the humming coming out of my mouth. It was fine, whether it rained, whether it snowed, i just jump on my bike and make it all go away.
I could ride it with my eyes closed, i knew my way so well. I could doubt how to go somewhere, discovering new ways. I could use no hands. it could be me and someone else. it could be me and my friend next to me. Everything was safe.
Those moments, when I could ride that gorgeous bike I was someone else. It didnt matter what when or how, but that made me happy as nothing else does. Those minutes per day when I could be that humble and simple person on the bike, enjoying the simple pleasures of my everyday life.
