"I don't want to push, I just want to go at a leisurely pace," I say to Katie as we start our bike ride around Prospect Park.
But as the dusk deepens around us, and the air cools, we hit that one long, beautiful hill at the bottom of the park, and I before I know it I've pulled away from Katie and I'm letting gravity drag me along.
"So much for a leisurely pace," Katie complains good-naturedly when she catches up.
"It just feels so good," I say, smiling in joy.
One year ago: So, Kind of the Opposite
Two years ago: Dad Jokes
Three years ago: But I Can Never Remember Her Name
Four years ago: In Which I Dream of China, For Some Reason
Eight years ago: 5/24/09 - Memento Divino
Nine years ago: 5-24-08 Saturday Morning Brooklyn