An Ode to Springtime and bicycles

Oh, you ladies of Spring that ride your bikes about the town, how I adore thee. You are Grace. Elegance. Hair floating in the air, catching the breeze and the bright golden beams of the sun in such a perfect way -- you put the moon to shame.

Do you realize it's you that keeps this crazy world turning? The birds singing? The trees budding?

And like the multitude of angels from long ago, you bring glad tidings of great joy: Spring is here, finally, and Summer is right on its coattails. Dear ladies, may God bless you, and may you forever ride.


cheers,
Stephen


[The sky could be blue, I don't mind, without you, it's a waste of time]