Simply by moving my pedals in a repeated motion, I rush past twenty miles of the beauty that is Los Angeles.
the beauty of a neverending coast.
the beauty of water and sand.
the beauty of a piercing blue sky.
As my pedals continually move forward and my wheels make endless circles of rotation, I watch the people and try to make eye contact or provide a smile to anyone willing to see.
I hear their laughter, their cries, their cheers, their screams.
Though each tone is different than the others around it, these individual voices form to create one sound.
A sound of stories.
A sound of variety.
A sound of LIFE.