I composed this poem when I lived in China during my bike rides home from my friend’s house. This is for them, and for everyone who still gets to ride their bike over to their friend’s house to play.
Riding my bike home
like when I was ten.
Summer’s eve seeps,
saturates my skin.
Summer’s breeze slips,
whips through my hair.
The air stirs
a playful longing.
I grin.
I’m riding my bike home
like when I was ten.
A Just Walk (run, hike, etc...) 
Monday, 24 June 2013 at 11:38 pm
Awesome. We received this while Linda and I were riding our tandem bike from near Traverse City, so it was very fitting!
Tuesday, 25 June 2013 at 7:46 am
What a sweet poem Katherine. Mike and I just finished four days on the bike. It was so like this poem. There’s nothing like it!
Wednesday, 26 June 2013 at 12:03 am
I still ride past your old apartment on WentiLu and wish you were there to play!