contemplation

I have thoughts

in a state of preponderance

Just moments out of a self-care special, a massage, tea, and a sit.

I’m calm on the out, but my in is busy

Considering future, ruminating on past.

Contemplating.

I wander up the concrete ramp, eager to hop on our bike and meet the family at the ramen shop, a recommendation from a friend

It’s been a while

I crest the top, recalling last time, when for some unforeseen reason I forgot to put on my helmet and rode for twenty minutes, rag top down so my hair could blow.

Today, the helmet cozies my noggin, lending comfort to the whirls and swirls within. I slide the latch one extra notch, secure it to my head with a satisfying click.

That’s better

I peer to my left, eager to hop on our bike and sample the noodles.

I really hope it’s decent ramen

But the bike is gone

I pause, shook from my reverie. I think my brain is playing tricks on me yet again, the massage has shaken my noodles loose

Alas, no.

I stare at the blank slate, the negative space created by a bike that is no more. And find myself left alone

To contemplate