The Lochside Freedom Ride

This morning, I had planned to run with Derick, but the rising heat had him thinking twice. I was still at the bus stop when he backed out, so I never got on. Instead, I swung onto my little bike and rolled off without a route, just a sense of possibility. I called it my “Freedom Ride”—a spontaneous escape from routine. It felt like the day itself had nudged me to take a break from the schedule and simply move.