Whenever I feel slightly down, I ride my bike. Somehow, cycling through the streets really calms me down. This is one of the reasons why I can't really be bothered with winter. Sure, it's cosy inside, but today I waited for the tram for fifteen minutes and it was extremely windy, uncomfortably cold and a delicious mix of snow, rain and hail came down from the sky. I really, really wanted my bike and a nice May day.
But since I can't have either, I'll just look at old pictures. Because today I feel quite helpless and useless, because those dreary fifteen minutes in the cold waiting seemed like an ironic, dramatic, Hollywood way of summing up my life, because I hate not being able to actively contribute to a situation, because waiting for something or someone to make a decision for you is terrible and because at the end of the day I'd rather be in control of my bike even if it means having an accident rather than watching someone else steering it slowly, carefully but surely into a cul-de-sac... that's why I like to remind myself how happy and free I felt speeding through the streets in the summer. (Incidentally, that is also the reason why I shall never do creative writing and am going to stick with the scholarly prose I'm good at!)
And because memories aren't enough, I'm watching this video again and again. Alex Kapranos (I assume) riding a bike through Ferrara. Awesome and dizzy.