What a privilege it is to cycle for a few minutes and find oneself on a gravel path just outside the city. Going through fields that are dormant now, because winter, but full of potential life.
In a few months the trees will be green, the field vibrant, the birds singing, the bees buzzing.
Then and now, a trip to the field – on two feet or two wheels – refreshes mind, senses, and nurtures appreciation for creation.
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