Sunday morning I was out about fifteen miles on the bike at the bottom of Cuernavaca which is a decent climb off Bee Cave’s here in Austin. Lush green trees filled my view and the air smelled wet from the small creek I had just rode over. There was no sound other than the Nickel Creek song playing on my ipod and my own breathing. I will remember this scene for the rest of my life. It was a perfect moment. All my scattered thoughts vanished and I was only pedaling. Did I touch the divine? Did the infinite now unfold before me? Did I experience for a brief instant of time what heaven is like? I don’t know, but it was nice.
