Given the recent end of my long-term relationship, you probably won't be too surprised to hear that my emotional state has been a bit volatile as of late. One moment I'm feeling excited by the freedom and possibility that being single brings; the next moment I'm overwhelmed by sadness at everything that has been lost. While I have still managed to do all of the things that I need to, getting through the days hasn't always felt great.
Tonight though, things were momentarily really good. I had to bring my bike home from my ex-girlfriend's parents' house, where I had stored it over the winter, and I just happened to do so right at dusk. The temperature was warm enough to be comfortable but cool enough that I didn't break a sweat; the air was still; and the clear sky transformed from pale blue to pink to indigo as I rode the bike home. My out of shape muscles enjoyed being challenged, and my constantly busy mind reveled in being able to shift down a few gears. It was as close to perfect as life ever gets.
I have gotten through the past few weeks by constantly reminding myself that things will get better. Tonight though, if only for a brief moment, things already were.