Dust yourself off

Well, I'm back on the bike. I road home a few days ago and have gone riding everyday since. Yesterday I rode along the East River as far as I could go, cruising under the Brooklyn bridge; watching families out walking, suits in their running gear trying to get in shape, couples sitting on benches staring at the water and giving each other gentle kisses while holding hands. I ended up at the LES pool at sunset and jumped in, riding home soaking wet 5 minutes later to find CK waiting on my stoop, new music in hand and that familiar smile on her face. "Karma back on the other side of the pendulum yet becca?" she asked. I smiled back and told her that it was certainly starting to feel that way.