The unspoken tradition

Of taking the bike out from the storage

in spring

My grandpa and I

It was a lovely bonding time

A sacred event in a way


The gravel recently swept away

From the ground

Last sign of winter gone

Darkness gone

Freezing cold gone

Lighter clothes

Neon or pastel colored

Most likely


Freedom

The first bike ride of the year

I remember the feeling so well

Feet on the pedals

Hands on the handles

Fresh spring air

Off we go!


Joyful rides around the neighborhood

With friends

We could bike forever

Fast and playful

Full freedom


A bright childhood memory

Which I keep close to my heart

And cherish tenderly


My grandpa and I

And biking