Biking

Last sunday we bought a second-hand bike for Pelle. And to my suprise and great delight he started to ride without any problems. I'm so proud of him.
I so love to bike myself. It gives me such a sense of freedom. Not being encaged in an iron machine, but feeing the wind in your hair, the subtle changes in the road, the cold air in your nose or the sun on your skin. Your own body in motion. Being able to go everywhere with no restraints. Floating along. I love that. So I use my bike every day.
And for Pelle it means he can expand his world. And of course the sheer joy of peddeling along. Go boy, go!