The freedom to be free,
to ride the hills on empty roads
in the windy, perfect quiet
with the sky against the ground,
to be still, conscious, grateful
for the beauty of this world,
this solitude, this peace,
wind and summer clouds and evening light,
a land with no one in it but oneself,
free with the wind in your mouth,
pushing the pedal for speed,
blue sky, white clouds, green fields,
the simplest of pleasures
and the dearest.
