The Ride Home

This picture reminds me of the days when life felt smaller, and safer. Afternoons like this were quiet and warm. No rush. No pressure. Just the sound of wheels on the road and the feeling that everything was okay because someone steady was in front.

I remember sitting there, feet dangling, holding a snack like it was a treasure. I didn’t know where we were going. I didn’t need to. His back said enough. As long as he was pedaling, nothing bad could happen.

He pedals home, steady and unafraid, carrying the future in a small seat behind it.

Credit: Inspired by Veda Yogi