Cycling

    I enjoy swimming. I like running all right. But I love cycling. I really do. I love the feel of the wind in my face, the asphalt rolling beneath my wheels, the sights, scents, sounds. Rolling through the country roads, vast fields unfolding before me, sky above me, earth below me. The rhythmic sound of gargantuan Rain Bird sprinklers "snick snick snick" cannoning hydration over tall, verdant fields of corn. Earthy scents of cow, silage, wet soil. The tropical bird sounds of children joyously rampaging in the cool evening. Fresh mown hay, sweet in the air. Cycling through such sights, scents and sounds, drawing the clean air deep into my lungs, feeling my muscles propelling me along. Bliss.