It was just another Thursday, or so I thought, as I peered out the window. The sun dipped low, kissing the horizon with a fiery passion only a sunset could muster. There, against the silhouette of mountains and the painted sky, my trusty bike awaited the next day’s adventures.
Cut to the chase, and there I was, gearing up for a pre-summer escapade. Missoula, Montana, with its trails that snake through the awakening woods, beckoned me with its siren’s call. The scent of pine and earth under the warming sun was intoxicating. Each pedal stroke was a verse in the poem of spring, each breath a chorus of life returning.
But life, with its irrepressible humor, always has a way of keeping you grounded. Literally. In the midst of all this poetic springtime glory, there it was—a sight that could make a statue giggle. The universal symbol of ‘oops’ – the humble yet ever-so-famous plumber’s crack. Spotted during a pit stop at the local gas station, it was a stark, hilarious contrast to the day’s earlier elegance.
It’s these moments, the butt cracks of life juxtaposed with the majesty of sunsets, that make the mundane magical. So, as I await and anticipate the full bloom of summer here in Missoula, I’m reminded to laugh at the little things and to ride the trails of life with the wind in my hair and a smile on my face. After all, isn’t that what makes any ordinary day into something extraordinary?
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