sun is creeping in an out like and eel under its shelter. not hot, not cold there isn’t a better time to go for a ride. grabbing my “man purse” and throwing it over my shoulder i jump on my bike. fishing pole in one hand, the other focused
on keeping me going in the right direction. the neighborhood is still, on this Saturday afternoon. a car pass in the same way that the wind passes through my short hair. breathing in long breaths acknowledging the Kavod of my Creator. stress
forgotten from the suffering that was selling our Honda and hope streaming in at the thought of time alone followed by a night of connection with those that are closest to me.
slowling cruising on my cruiser, it seems that everyone has been injected with the drug of relaxation and peace. front porches full of husband and wife, friendly conversation and quiet gazes at the sky. there is so much to see when i allow my life
to slow down for a few minutes. it is as though others are looking for opportunities to smile and show their kindness as everyone of my “hello’s” was quickly returned with a wave or a “how you doing” accompanied by a gracious smirk.
riding down the jetty like a gymnast on a balance beam, endless sailboats to my left and afternoon strollers on the beach to my right. parking my bike above the jagged jetty rocks i traverse down to the waters edge and toss out my line with the hope of
catching dinner, but content to simply be in the setting i find myself apart of.
i feel my weight hit the bottom of the channel and i slowing work my jig back to my feet. occasionally a sail boat makes its way back into the safety of harbor, while fewer boats begin their voyage to sea. today, the sea is safe for the kayaker and the cruise ship as its surface looks like the glass table that my computer now rests on. no fish my first few casts, but i’m not disappointed. a mother and her duckling play in the water in front of me as they skim across the surface of the water on their hull shaped bellies. no doubt that the Creators plan is actively unfolding today. i walk my bike back up the jetty and chain it up against the “heavy waves” sign and step onto the beach to try my luck casting over the lightly rolling surf.
a tourist takes a picture of me standing with my rod in hand and line in the water…i give an awkward acknowledgment of her action. after a few casts with no luck i think i have hooked the monster…nope, it is apparently the largest clump of seaweed in the old seas’ history. my line snaps. apparently i am done fishing for the day and i walk back to my bike with a care free feeling. awkwardly climbing up a few rocks, while avoiding a two early evening lovers chatting/flirting nearby i unlock my bike and head back up the jetty towards home.