...The pathway both strewn and blooming!

The rushing wind, the visual field...broad as the horizons of earth and sky...the consumption of oxygen the whirl of pedal, the lean of limb...Mixed with the rhythmic stroking of muscle and mind. WHAT result? WHAT intent? WHAT impact?

The meshing, mechanical blending of caloric output and soulful stretching in the out-of-doors....brought the transcendence...From the daily to the deity!

Truly, as the wheels rolled not in leisure metre not in fervent gear, but in a methodical and keen ergonomic patterning, my being was at first simply transported. But with the mesmerize of a dervishes whirl, the driving pathway transformed into a passageway of magnificence.

The airflow of firm substance countered by the energy flow of forecasted pacing brought cyclist, wheels, and form into the state of FLOW that arrives when interrogation of much makes solitude morph into soaring.

The line of travel, graced by weeds of the commonest seed, became an accolade to the richest representative of royalty...ME! Yes, the fleurs of skaggy plants yet in bloomen became exaggerated and profuse. These leafy testimonies to the journeying gal [ME ] amplified the trip and make it one that finds pale all others' transits.

Ah, yes, the the process of experiencing such moving elegance paired with speed's balm and buoyancy gave greatness to a potentially mundane engagement...Bicycling. But, save for the needed steering and balancing, I found elevation and evolution irreparable in it's heaping of health, hope, and happiness.

Suggestion: Sense such. It cannot be accomplished when wires or waves of sounds edge out the inbound message. Reap the rewards of moving!