It was my own special tradition. It was something I remember doing every Spring. I never knew exactly when it would happen, but when the time was right, I would know it.
After spending the winter months bundled up in coats and hats and scarves and mittens, one day invariably as I would walk home from school, I would realize that maybe summer was really on its way. If I had taken a sweater to school in the morning, on the way home it would have been shed as the sun was finally beginning to take away the wintertime chill and showing the promise of warmer days.
Upon arriving at home, I would make a beeline to my bedroom, open the bottom dresser drawer, determined to find the summertime clothes that had been put away for the season. With the hope that Summer really was close at hand, I would change out of my school clothes then head out to the shed to uncover the bicycles. Finding the bicycle pump was usually necessary too.
Then feeling that irrepressible freedom after the restrictive cold months, I would strike out for a bicycle ride around the neighborhood. How liberating! I felt as free as a bird. It felt so good to stretch my legs and feel the breeze on my skin.
Yesterday, I know it would have been that special day for me. The long-absent sunshine beckoned me out for a walk around the neighborhood. Soon the unexpected warmth made me want to shed my hoodie and find the summer clothes that I haven't touched in months. If I had had a bicycle, I would have pulled it from the shed too.
My body may be getting older, but it was nice to discover that my soul will always be young.