Lovely ride

It was high tide again on the beach and slogging through the deep sand did not have much appeal so I decided to take a long and leisurely bike ride instead. It was a quiet Sunday morning and I headed down one of the older residential streets in town. Cool and peaceful, the street is lined with big old oak trees. It is narrow and twisting and the houses that line it are the kind of homes that dreams are made of. There was not a soul in sight — only the songs of birds and a gentle breeze. It was almost enough to transport me back to a kinder, gentler time. For that I am grateful. Also glad to find a lovely and tranquil respite from my daily beach walks while still being able to get some exercise. I'll have to do this again!