That motorist seems in a hurry. It may not be so, but who knows, maybe it does. Maybe you have had any problems with the car today, or have found more traffic than usual and is delayed. I have no hurry, it always takes me the same as jams do not affect me, so I give him passage, pointing with hand d or nde should go somewhat away from me, to get ahead. Beyond me slowly, I surprised that someone in this jungle cede their space for nothing. He smiles while looking me straight in the face, trying topeer into my face from where that kindness. I wish I could explain that exercise is sedate, the movement of the legs, living and feeling alive, but I can not explain all those things. Go drive is synonymous with haste and lack of communication with people you meet on the way.
I always find somewhere to park in front of the work. It is what has the bicycle, which is so small, so clear, so thin and so adaptable to the environment.
I look in the glass door entrance to the building, everyone does to see the face that comes to work: I’m smiling.There is no apparent reason, but I’m smiling. I look around me, people coming while I, with the identification card in hand, ready to sign on the turnstiles. But nobody smiles. I force myself to get a little more serious, because they’re going to look weird. However, the joy inside me, is resident in my mind, in my body, in my attitude.
I am climbing the stairs a partner and asked that such is.”Monday”, he answers me with resignation face, putting the day will be bad, that a Monday is a punishment. “You should come by bike to work,” loose while abandoning the stairs and I’m on my floor, with a smile on and ready to face a wonderful day Saturday, forgiveness, Monday.