Trail Chat

A chance encounter on the bike trail and a lifting connection

Photo by Jaime Dantas on Unsplash

Out on the trail, loving the breeze
Sun on my arms, hair being teased

Perfect temp, what a beautiful day
Favorite spot by the water to stay

For a moment, just for awhile
Released all my cares that had started to pile

Looking out, over the water
A lady on the trail walked over

So sweet and polite, she said to me
Do you have just a moment or three?

She asked ‘bout my bike and my ride
She was thinking of one, but had to decide

I told her from the depths of my heart
How much my bike means, that it was the start

Of feeling free and living my life
How months away had cut like a knife

We chatted about all the things
But mostly about how it gives me wings

Her smile was so bright as she walked on
I could tell she had seen a new dawn

It made me feel so good inside
I had spoken, not from my pride

But from a place so deeply stirred
By doing something that needs no words

Author’s Note:
This came from a real moment on the trail—just me, my bike, and a stranger who asked the right question. It reminded me how small connections can carry big meaning. — Liora

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