wheeling

The sunny days continue. Too nice to study.

We checked in our scholastic caps with the librarian, and put on bike helmets...er, mentally.

For $20 a piece, we mounted our metal horses and sped away , from Tai Wai to wherever our legs would take us. Old men were fishing, young men looked on, children slalomed on trikes, students pedalled schoolbags home. Runners ran, joggers jogged, and the five of us whizzed by, leaving our readings safely napping on our hilltop home. We were among people. We were living 'the history of the church in Asia', right here in Shatin. We saw fields white unto harvest, cheerful fields, really, right by the Shing Mun river.

The sun glazed the world with a crimson benediction before retiring below the hills; the rising moon blushed glowlingly at the attention. We still biked, through the dimming day, happy to be part of the kaleidoscopic miracle. Then we prayed prayers of thanksgiving for nature, for friends, for studies, and for play.

And we headed home and had a feast of HK-style western food. Deeeelicious Day!