I live very close to an old town. THE Old Town, actually. By car it’s about a five minute journey. By walking….closer to twenty minutes. By biking, however….no more than ten. Since this destination houses a favorite pet store of mine (Preuss Pets), I frequent the area. Today, I took the bike route.
I had two things in mind to prepare for my impending bug/fish collecting trip: fish bags and bait shop goods. I knew how to acquire the former, but was uncertain what I would find in the latter. To me, it was adventure time. Such small unknowns spice up the simplest of days. So I took off on a refurbished bike. I felt the breeze and pedaled with ease. The weather was impeccable for biking. I soaked it in with every breath. If I set aside my worries, this is an excellent time.
Despite the inconveniences of not having a car, I can deal with the bike alternative. I can always deal. I survive and adapt and I find something good whenever I can. So in that sense, though I had visited this town so many times in my past. Last week, even. I still found new pleasures and scents and sights and I let it overwhelm my sensory processes.
The bags were acquired. And I think I’ll go back to that bait shop!