yellow bike diaries
Nothing makes me want to go for a ride in town more than getting a cheery new yellow bike. So that’s what I did this past weekend, despite it being 37F outside and warm and cozy inside. I bundled up and barely noticed the cold, especially once I was pedaling. I headed for our little downtown and enjoyed the calm of the day. The cold had driven many people indoors and I had the sidewalks and storefront windows to myself. I looked at the used books in stock, browsed the boots selection in the shoe store, eyed the sweets in the chocolaterie (yes, our town actually has a little chocolaterie), and took some pictures along the way.
I know that I sometimes complain about where I live, but that’s because I just really miss city life. But, really, as far as small towns go, this one isn’t all that bad. I need to remember that more often. For one, it has a beautiful nearby lake to which I biked a lot this past summer. It has a charming little downtown and the local university sits on a beautiful campus. And my husband and I got married on this campus, on a beautiful August day underneath the tall clock tower, which sounded ominously during our vows.
And perhaps it’s very fitting that it took a yellow bike – the color of sunshine and happiness – to remind me of this. After all, how bad can a town be that has a good used book store, a great bike shop, a pub, a thrift store, and a lovely coffee house all on the same strip?