Spinning wheels
- mid-air for a moment -
free of friction: the joy of jumping.
When endorphins fade, he
goes again.
The weather has been quite good at the start of this autumn here west of Paris. That means, we get to ride our bikes a lot. For the daily school commute, but also to other activities in town. Or just for fun. The town’s market square is a great place to try some tricks. When there is no market, it tends to be empty here. A space with steps to jump from.
Unfortunately, shortly after the jump pictured above, our Big Boy O rode over a piece of metal that punctured his tire. We did not have the tools to fix it at the spot, but I could do that the next day. Also part of #bikelife.
Anyway, seeing our son riding his bike, it looks like he feels free. What makes you feel free?
Poetry Elsewhere
Here’s a nice poem about how scary it can sometimes be to put your work out in the world. I do recognize that. In any case, Poppy is a poet to follow on Instagram. Here’s the poem: Anything but taking photos
Love is a wonderful thing. And it can take so many forms. This poem is has a great overview: Amo, I Love. Read the whole story by clicking below.
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The poem on top is a tritriplicata, a poetic form I created. If you want to know more about it, click here to find answers to some of the questions you might have.
Wow! This is beautiful, Arjan!
Really loved the last few ones!
What makes me feel free?
I would say writing!
The pleasure and the freedom to use vocabulary and emotion to weave stories and evoke something in the readers is an absolutely wonderful feeling! 😊