After waiting for days for the rain to clear out, the forecast for last Saturday was bright and sunny. So I suited up and started out on a ride early AM. About an hour in, I wiped out on the still wet pavement and landed in the ER. Thankfully what I thought was a broken right thumb was only dislocated. My body was a bit roughed up in places but otherwise oK.
It’s been a week already. I have a splint on my right arm, which slows me down quite a bit. It’s strange to suddenly be a lefty in my fifties. And I mean, how do you even eat without chopsticks in a city like Seoul?
A week ago, when I got on my bike before sunrise, the Han River was shrouded in the heaviest mist. The landscape was like a dream unfolding in front of me. And as I picked up speed, I felt myself leaving the ground, taking flight over the still sleeping city. And that’s what I’ve missed so much these past seven days: the song in the heart, the intoxication of beauty in the eyes.
I’ll be out of circulation for a month. I’m sure the weeks will pass eventually. In the meantime, I’m gonna walk until I ride!
