Last week I decided to go for a bike ride. Normally not my pick, I prefer to run -but I had to get outside and some how the idea of riding and feeling the wind against my face was just the ticket-I needed to feel FREE.
It was already sticky out….unusually hot for 7am. The sun was blazing beating my shoulders like a warm massage. I smiled and crept across the street heading for the bike lane-this was gonna be great.
Suddenly, with each turn of the pedals memories of my childhood rides overloaded my senses. I could smell the jersey shore -ocean, seagulls, tar. I Envisioned fresh squeezed orange juice waiting for me at the end of my journey. I distinctly heard my sisters voices laughing and the faint scream “ice cream” from the ice cream man somewhere in the distance…..
I like many others have found comfort in old things under new circumstances.
Funny how there are some skills we never forget how to do after being taught and even though I had tucked bike riding into a very distant corner of my mind …..I enjoyed being reminded. The past has a way of throwing its arms around you, enveloping you just at the right moment- if you allow it.
In my adult life I have prescribed to a new way of thought- short term memory is best- it allows us to move forward, eliminate rumination and clear more space to be present however that doesn’t mean I choose to banish the nostalgia of simpler times, safer times and the moments that have shaped my life…….
Love this nostalgiC Reminder of the simple pleasures that lIve forever In Our heartS 💞
Thanks Pal… Miss ya!