That's what I'm doing today,
riding my bike to work.
I love the feel
of the wind pushing past me,
the strength in my legs,
the thrill of downhill
and the workout up inclines.
I love travelling
under my own power,
leaving no emissions but
my breath.
I take quiet streets
(where leaves whisper)
amazed at bountiful beautiful blossoms
and wafting fragrances
enveloping me
here and there.
Oh, you poor, poor people,
driving.
Unless it's pouring!
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Simple Moodlings \'sim-pѳl 'mϋd-ѳl-ings\ n: 1. modest meanderings of the mind about living simply and with less ecological impact; 2. "long, inefficient, happy idling, dawdling and puttering" (Brenda Ueland) of the written kind; 3. spiritual odds and ends inspired by life, scripture, and the thoughts of others
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