I’ve been riding my bike to school lately, and feeling very grateful about it. It’s a gift to be able to pedal through my small town at 6:00 am on a serene spring morning, with the sun starting to lighten the trees and the birds whistling with their free spirits. I feel like singing or shouting in appreciation as I ride. Somehow, by some mysterious miracle, I’ve been given the opportunity to do this delightful activity, and I’m thankful for the gift. Yesterday was especially fine for riding. The air was chilly in the early morning, but the exercise kept me feeling comfortable, and I pedaled in a determined way. Even the long hill leading out of town wasn’t too taxing. I just shifted down, leaned forward, found a good rhythm, and before long I was breasting the top of the hill and then coasting and resting. One of the best parts of the morning ride was stopping at Tim Horton’s for coffee and a bagel. I sat in the window seat, taking pleasure in my breakfast and watching the morning light brighten. As I looked at my silver bike leaning against the outside wall, I felt fine for traveling to school in such style.