bike thieves and blisters

It has been over a month since I wrote. Plenty has changed weather and mood wise. It's amazing how much lighter your heart and soul feel after you put away that winter coat. We went from -30°c to +30°c and now we seem to have landed somewhere in between. 

As I put the winter coat away, I took out my high heel and not so high heel sandals. Along with them a dozen of matching summer dresses and then I guess I just started sipping on wine. Red, rosé and sparkling. I don't know if the time flew by or I drank it up or if it's hiding in my 1000 blisters.

What I do know is that the pink balls are back in my gay village and under them pedestrians and bike thieves can walk freely. 

I had the privilege to enjoy plenty of wonderful moments underneath these balls and then there was this moment when I realized my bike was not at the place where I left it and I walked home with only a helmet in my hand. 
This is why I now match my high heels and summer dresses with this kind of handbag, while I accessorize my bike with all kinds of chains and u shaped metal.  

The great thing about accessories like this is that you have the choice of leaving the helmet on, carry the basket under one arm, while gripping the bike seat the same way you would grip an axe if you where the bad guy in a horror movie. If you are equipped with a morbid humor like me, you might get a certain amount of pleasure out of the situation.

To summon up my month that flew up in sparkles and landed in way less money, I guess I would use words like; wonderful, eventful  surprising and all this in in splendid great company ... well that excluding my bike thief and all these darn blisters covering my feet.