Impressions While Riding My Bike 2

The Streets Are Alive I’ve pushed myself further still. I got to this street yesterday evening which seemed just a step too far, or, should I say, a street too far? I’ve come to feel that streets have personalities. They have moods. This is a neighborhood built in the 1970s; these streets are not empty sanitized shells from a common mold; they have life. Every … Continue reading Impressions While Riding My Bike 2