A laugh of surprise escapes me as I begin to pedal up the hill. I am somewhere between a grimace and a grin, forcing my legs to push me towards the top. I have forgotten how difficult riding a bike can be. My knees moan and my thighs screech, but it is worth the ache to enjoy the thrill of an uncommonly bright spring day. I have reached the crest of the hill and my gritted teeth relax into a cry of triumph. I stand on my pedals and glide effortlessly down the side of the hill, wicker basket rattling on my handlebars. Freedom! Warm air fills my lungs and pulls my hair from my face.
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I stifle a sob and blink back the tears blurring my vision. The street lamps lining the road seem to be melting, shooting stars leaving earth, heaven bound. An appropriately melancholy song crackles from the radio, crooning through the darkness. I reach my street and turn into my driveway, relieved. I immediately pull to a stop and silence my engine, granting the stereo a few extra moments of life. I slouch forward my head resting on the steering wheel, hands hanging between my knees. I close my eyes and realize that my momentary frustration is unnecessary and unwarranted. Come on, it’s fine. I sit back against the seat and sigh loudly, twisting the key. I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand and heave the groceries off of the passenger’s seat.
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