One of these mornings
You’re going to rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take to the sky…
Summertime by Gershwin. 1935
Glorious conditions. The sun descends over the Kingsway in Cardiff (top) and rises over stadium plaza (bottom). Occasionally my work necessitates car use. It’s unavoidable, unless you’re willing to hop from remote station to remote station at the vagaries of the timetable. However, when this is not the case, cycling provides a commuting experience that’s an absolute pleasure. I think I’m probably feeling it more acutely after being out of action for a few weeks and the memories of that grim January and February are still all too fresh in the mind. At no time is this feeling of priveldge – the priveledge of being on a bike – more clear, than during rush hour. How many times on a glorious day have you gazed out of your window, eyes falling on the bonnet of your car, to be washed over with a warm fuzzy feeling at being stuck behind a long line of other vehicles, all edging their way to hard earned sanctuary? Never, I would bet.
I’ve made a short poster and stuck it at the bottom of this post. There’s no way I would suggest that you print it out and stick it on noticeboards, in-trays and desks of those who would benefit, all whilst irritatingly whistling Gershwin’s tune. Nope. Nah. No way at all. But there’s absolutely nothing to stop me thinking it 🙂