Biking Biblically
This morning’s sky was, for a brief instant at least, biblical, in the sense that rays of the rising sun briefly broke through the clouds of the overcast morning as though some majestic deity was bursting forth to greet the day.
I’m not a believer, but I pray…almost constantly. Fear dominates my life.
Never really works….always feel completely out of my depth, helpless and hopeless.
I try to counter that by reminding myself of what I should be grateful for. There is a lot. I’m clean and sober, have the world’s greatest wife, a (sometimes) devoted dinosaur, loving and supporting family and friends.
AND I get to ride my bike pretty much every morning, which is even more delightful at this time of year because it’s supposed to be pouring rain, yet we have had another dry one so far in Tokyo this rainy season.
