I was listening to a podcast and heard it. I grabbed a book and I read it.
Then I went out for a ride after work, snapping photos without thinking…wondering if maybe one of them would adequately, in a single image, communicate the ride. When I scrolled through the images, I actually saw it.
I am small.
This isn’t what I was actually thinking while out pedaling. But when I saw the image of my small bike shadowed against that deep horizon and massive sky, I was humbled.
This life is not about me, and remembering my place in it will help me live it well.