She had just started off on the borrowed bike for the seventh day this summer. This time I knew we would see each other a lot from this perspective, from the bike and not the car. She was determined this time; I could hear her making the habit in her mind that she would ride the yellow bike every day. It was almost to the end of the morning and the sun was beating down my paved back and she rolled down my shoulder and took a right turn. It was her routine now, her everyday agenda to ride the shiny cruiser as I lead her around the lake, past houses she knew so well. She had a new cloud of thoughts every day, and I read them one at a time as she pondered each carefully. Though it was a lazy summer, her head was full of different things. Sometimes she would speak what she thought, to no one in particular, but I listened and guided her around the lake.
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