A Man And His Bicycle

It’s not every day that you walk past a familiar pond only to see a man, wrapped up in music only he can hear, with his trusty bike leaning nearby. The man was gazing out on the water as if he was looking for something that was not there. And his bike was precariously standing on the moist dirt of the shoreline, held up by nothing more than a rickety kickstand, an implement rarely seen on bikes these days.    Continue reading ….