I cycled all the way to the French border and back on my urban bike. I went on my own. About 52km total. Not much I feel like I have to say about this experience –the most productive part of it being some of the photos I took along the way. I am feeling a bit numb lately, after all. My thoughts were mostly an unorganized chaos of somewhat contradictory low-key isolation desperation and loneliness, and wonder/excitement about the unexplored road ahead. Easter is turning out exceptionally beautiful weather-wise, and there definitely is something divine about it. Once again, just a conscious break on Resurrection Day to thank God for all the lucky circumstances and health through this crisis despite everything.
