There's significant beauty in the mundane, the everyday. It's easy to overlook and disregard that, but I'm slowly learning how to cherish those moments.
I've come to love cycling. It's such a beautiful thing to do: movement at a speed that's fast, yet very human, still. But it's also a great time to think, to process.
But I don't like to handle the big stuff, yuck. It's the little things, the simple ones, the boring ones I think about. And it's not really thinking, soaking up reality, sort of.
It's a process I can't truly describe with words; it's just something that has to be experienced.