Earlier today I went for a cycle. It’s the first one I’ve been on since shortly before moving house. Been meaning to get back on the bike before now but… yeah.

So I went and it was a fairly easy ride. Nothing out of the ordinary. I also went on one yesterday but that was during lunch break and this was before work and I guess in a way they compare to each other but that’s not what I’m trying to write about right now.

Anyway, I went for a ride and it was a pretty easy one. Don’t want to push myself too hard; just want to get back into cycling regularly again. I rode and I went down Cooks River and through a spot I walked through when I lived at my previous place.

Walked and cycled, but you know.

There was something about it that felt unfamiliar even though I recognised it as how I remembered it, and I wonder if that means I’ve begun to detach from the area. I wonder if I’m no longer part of it in a sense. It wasn’t something I thought much of but still it’s interesting how we are no longer part of something soon after we’ve left. Sometimes it takes a while but it’s only been slightly over two months since I moved.

I rode along the familiar pathway and I kept going forward and once the sense of unfamiliarity passed it was all smooth riding, or at least as smooth as my bike will allow as I need to change some parts. I reached a point, turned around and started cycling back so I’d get home with enough time to get ready for work.

As I headed back I saw an object, realised it was a blue-tongued lizard and thankfully reacted quickly enough to be able to move around it. I stopped, took a few quick photos; it’s not often I get to see one. They are around Cooks River but I’m seldom there at the right times.

It moved into an area that’s fenced off from foot traffic and I continued on my way, heading home.

Sometimes when I see a creature of some sort I wonder as to what world we are creating and what we’re leaving behind. I think about how they haven’t chosen to see so much of their habitat become fragmented and diminished in size, and I wonder if we will ever do more to improve things for the better.

Anyway, I cycled on home with a few thoughts on my mind and they turned to music at some point, and I kept on pedaling, and it wasn’t a hard cycle. It was easier than I expected but it still was work, but it’ll never be the hardest thing I’ll do in my life. There’s plenty of things I can think of that require much more effort. Regular cycling is tough, but like many things it gets easier the more you do it.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 10:40:56

Slow but I was also doing something else at the same time as writing. That wasn’t a good idea as, even though going slower should allow for something a bit tighter (I think), this is a bit sloppy.

Written at home.