Old Life, New Life

 I knew what I was going to do that day, the next, and the next day after that. Routine. The Familiar.

Here—there are so many new roads and none of them are stale or boring.

Whenever I pulled out my bike to ride in Chicago I had a list in my head of places I could go—all of them I knew like the back of my hand, traveled many times and in all seasons. I knew what to expect. Now, when I consider a bike ride there are so many roads I haven’t been down on or places to explore. It really will take a while for things to become settled or boring or old hat.

I look forward to new adventures.

photo taken in Nov. 5, many years ago on Des Plaines River Trail, outside of Chicago