The wind hits my face, my fingers are a little cold, but I k..
Added 2025-03-13 11:14:56 +0000 UTCThe wind hits my face, my fingers are a little cold, but I keep pedaling. The waves lazily roll in next to me, the air smells of salt and dampness. I breathe deeper - there it is, freedom. 🥰
The road is empty, only rare passers-by are wrapped in scarves. And I feel warm - from the movement, from the thought that this moment belongs only to me. I stop, lean my bike on the railing. I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the water. 🌊
I'm a little tired, but it's a nice tiredness. The kind that makes you feel really alive. I look at the horizon, and there is only one thought in my head: happiness is in such simple moments. 🤤
Maybe I should just stop and enjoy the moment more often?😊
