Back Outside

My first ride outside of 2022 occurred on January 1. Then the winter weather turned ugly, as well as cold. Managed to get outside for the first time since the beginning of the year. It was a good ride. Windy. Nothing like rolling on pavement. The trainer has kept my legs in shape. My hands and forearms are exhausted an actual ride.

March 5, 2022, route

Not much changed along the route. I went into the gray county roads, encountered a few more pot holes. Didn’t encounter any other cyclists. Weather report said it was 30 degrees Fahrenheit this morning.

Had this strange question in me: Will the roads remember me?

How? Why. I am unsure.

On paper, I should be bored sick of my routes. On a good day, they are nothing to look at. They are the antithesis of scenery. Blank farmers’ fields, houses that make me wonder who could occupy such dwellings in such a stark landscape. And yet I’m drawn back, morning after morning in the good weather. Those homeowners know something I’m only glimpsing. There is something out there. They know it. I’m trying to figure out what it is.



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Matthew St. Amand

Matthew St. Amand

Husband, father, amateur ghost hunter, online-ordained minister and writer. Learn more (but not much more) at