As humans, our moods change all the time, and it changes what we feel capable of, desirous of, what we feel best suits us at that moment. Having been really busy over the last few weeks with moving, and then having a friend in from out of town staying with us (all of which has been really good, but a lot of energy expended), I’ve been finding myself really enjoying riding to work without any music but the quiet signs of a bustling city just starting to wake up.
The espresso machine in the coffee shop in our building. The clinking of my bike as I ride. The guy out front of his shop spraying the sidewalk off. The clack of the sandwich-board signs being set out on the sidewalk by another shop owner. The (relatively) noisy garbage truck driving past on it’s way to the next pickup. The bike going by the opposite direction with a U-lock rattling on the back rack. Loud music drifting into the street from a restaurant, as the employees are setting the outdoor tables out for the morning breakfast crowd. And in-between the small noises, quiet. The kind of quiet you really appreciate, knowing that in an hour, there will be no quiet in-between the sounds of city life.
Right now I’m happy for that quiet, and for all of these quiet signs of life that I see while gliding through the city on a bicycle.