first lessons
on how to ride standing up—
what a sky!
Crossing the street my eyes were looking over to the right at the sky, when I heard from the left a faint,“look out!” I turned. A young boy pedaling his bike was headed my way. I stepped back. “Thank you,” I called out. “You’re welcome,” he said as he rolled by in front of me—blue t-shirt, big helmet, little training wheels. I waited and watched as he slowly approached eyeing the hill then made his way—climbing step by step, up and up, inch by inch…
