While the kids (and baker man) were tucked into bed,
and the sun still had another hour left of shinin'... I pulled out my bicycle.
I rode down past the tiny war time houses,
and beside the river that weaves through our city.
I rode out past the highway overpass,
and out past the city limits.
I rode past the patchwork farm fields,
and grazing cows,
past the dandelions tossing their golden manes,
and the black birds darting over fence posts.
Out here the roar of the city grew quiet.
The wind howled through my hair, and my heart thumped in my ears.
While the peepers and crickets raised their chorus.
Out here I was free to explore.
To find a hidden path through a glowing meadow.
A place of quiet rest.
I licked the salt from my lips,
and raised the canteen to my mouth.
I biked home again.
These simple moments of 'getting away' alone vitalise my spirit.
The rarity of their occurrence in this stage of life makes them all the more eagerly savoured.
Where do you love to find refreshment?