Friday again.
I took my white Bianchi Aria out in the sun today. Pumped up the tires, lubricated the chain. Put Pu in the purple backpack and then we set off towards Jönåker.
He sat back there with his ears in the wind as if it had always been that way. Maybe it was. Dogs know that.
June air. Speed. Silence except for the wind and the sound of the wheels on the asphalt.
I've been looking forward to this so much.
Not after anything in particular — just this. Moving forward without a definite goal. The bike, the dog, the road. It doesn't have to be more than that to be enough.
What are you longing for today?
Kisses ahead, Maria