The Ride

I was so angry and disappointed that morning. So very disappointed.

I felt trapped, wanting, needing to break out and be free of the frustration and worry. I wanted to argue and shout and beg and cry (some more).

Instead I went cycling in the city of gold.

I fought the hills. I fought with you. I fought with God. And I fought myself.

Who won?

I’m not sure. But it was good.

In the brisk morning air the grey clouds yielded to the sun.


3 thoughts on “The Ride

  1. Thanks for following inspiredbybooks. Glad to connect with you…I was able to visit your city and other parts of South Africa several years ago…it was one of my favorite trips! I love the description of your ride:)

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