On the bicycle story: Beautiful release lets us play with joy. Music like a curve of gold, scent of pine trees in the bright sunlight. Eyes that love a myriad of wonder sees happiness here today open and maskless distilled of all pretence.
Our past living in my memories but hard to regain, precious memories are still lingering upon this river without any words.
This is an enchantment of the infinite space we aspire our dream reaching for eternity beyond the horizon freeing ourselves in the charm of the eternal blue.
To reach the blue ocean we plinge in to the sunlight coming up upon the left out of the sea in the sunlight we become the blue ocean. (No plinge is not my spelling mistake!)