Like Riding a Bicycle I had a dream last night that I was on a bicycle. This was odd really, and almost seems impossible. You see, I’ve never, ever, ridden a bike. Though, according to my baby book, I did have a trike. My mother wrote that my legs weren’t quite long enough so maybe they left it for my brother and I moved on to other stuff. I never learned to ride, or even wanted to. But I did in my dream last night. The bike was waiting there, just for me, so I picked it up and set it upright. I got on, and started to pedal. Yes, I was scared, at first. I wobbled and faltered and thought I would crash and fall headfirst. I nearly did, of course. But my legs kept propelling me forward and before I knew it, it no longer felt awkward. I was making progress; gaining momentum. I didn’t get on a bicycle this morning. Instead, I got dressed for a date. I was nervous, of course, but the wheels were in motion and I couldn’t wait. Alas, the frigid rain put a damper on our plans and my date asked to postpone. Undaunted I grabbed my camera And headed out on my own. There’ll be another chance to meet for coffee face-to-face, or dinner, or maybe drinks. I’ll go almost anyplace. Because I’m making progress. I’m gaining momentum.