How biking makes me feel.

Thirsty for knowledge

On the bus on the way to work today I overheard a little boy asking his mom question after question about everything going on around him. Where are we going? Tachikawa. What is that? A place. What’s a place? It just is. Why did the bus stop? Because the light is red.

The little boy just couldn’t get enough. Everything around him was interesting and new. He was just thirsty for knowledge.