with the late day sun hitting our spokes and ice cream running down our arms, we pedaled frantically, our bodies shaking with laughter until we couldn’t hold on any longer and tumbled off to the side of the road. Our bikes followed in a heap beside us landing on the dusty earth. Tiny gravel stones pushed into my sides and I had that unmistakable feeling that all was possible again ~
Summer has a way of restoring our childhood. It’s not much of a mystery I suppose, the birds find their way back every year and so do we. …