1. That first magical moment, was I six years old? when the bike, the ground & little me, minus training wheels, were in perfect harmony as my father, who was running alongside, let go of the bike. I flew away & left him in the background, cheering.
2. My father singing "And you'll look sweet, upon the seat, of a bicycle built for two" along with the radio.
3. Riding as late as possible into the evening, after the other kids were in for dinner. It was adventure & independence, the setting was all of 2 suburban blocks.
4. Riding bikes from 7 to 9 in the morning on the Atlantic City boardwalk with my mother, before the walkers, shoppers & beach-goers were out.
5. Riding in Acadia National Park, up challenging hills, up above the blue ocean, below mountains, through spruce woods, past lakes.
6. My longest trip which for me took a lot of strength & courage: Portland to Kennebunkport, 35 miles, in the midst of peaceful farmland & rolling meadows.
7. Falling on one of the childhood neighborhood evening rides, all alone, scraped knee, walking my bike back home in tears.
8. Falling twice as an adult, scraped knees & almost tears.
9. At age 13, trying to draw my bicycle for my art class sketchbook with tears of frustration. Learning about the pleasure that comes with persistence.
One recent morning I had been transported by a vivid, happy dream to a beach with azure-teal-aqua waves.
I didn't have my bathing suit with me, so couldn't go in, but from the beach, just by watching (!) I was ecstatically diving, floating & jumping those waves, just as I used to do on summer vacations at the Jersey shore.
Maine's coast has few public sandy beaches, & it was still all gray & wintry here, so I was aware that this dream beach was a vacation spot in the south. While I'm glad to be here to welcome the spring, how fun it was to take a virtual vacation!
That VERY EVENING, coincidentally?, I received a photo of a sandy beach from a friend who actually is down south! These sketches are a mix of her photo & my dream.