I went for a ride this morning with my cousin. It was nice. It was relaxing. The air was warm but pleasant. The breeze was blowing but the air seemed still. It was perfect riding weather. We rode a few blocks and looked at houses. Tried to find an ostrich that I had seen before. We didn’t find it. We just talked and rode. At our own pace. We weren’t in a hurry. We had nothing on. It was just a holiday feeling. The breeze blowing. Our route unknown. And the time not important.
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