Peace, and more

peace

While Traveling at the Speed of Bike yesterday, I came upon moms with babies walking past men-in-camouflage with rifles who were having a protest in the midst of a counterprotest.

Then, as a counterbalance,  I saw a new mural with a simple word — peace– that grounded me again.

Shortly afterwards I encountered a row of volunteers sitting with passersby who wanted someone to just listen. Every seat was taken.

My streamers flying in the wind, I continued pedaling my way through the competing cacophony and calm of the day.

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