I was ten years old.
I was pedaling my bike like mad.
Riding from home to the ball field to watch a soccer game.
I remember the smell of flowers on that road that made me sweat riding there, but coming back I flew with the wind in my hair and my feet out.
That smell was amazing.
I wouldn’t have smelled it in the car.
I was free! No worries. No responsibilities. No stress.
I had ice cream when I got home.
It was so amazing in it’s simplicity.
And I knew happy.
It’s the kind of feeling you can’t pretend into existence.
Oh I wasn’t ten.
That was yesterday.
What a great interlude to being a grown up.
