Happiness is a strong wind...

I was walking along Lake Michigan yesterday, one of the coldest and windiest days we've had so far this month, and I saw a little old man riding a bicycle. He had his back to the northern wind, and was flying along down the concrete walkway, not pedaling a bit, with a huge smile on his face. I waved to him, and he waved back, shouting, "I'm riding with the wind!" It was the best part of my day.

I think we should all try that sometime, riding with the wind. How nice it must be to let yourself go, and just try steering, instead of pedaling. Life works in funny ways...and if you spend all your time trying to fight against it, you just might miss the exhilaration of letting life's breezes take you where they will.