A dreary and overcast Monday in Hobart. Stuck in a drab, fluorescent lit office in the northern suburbs. Needing a break from the screens I slipped outdoors, threw a leg over my track bike, stomped the pedals and rolled away into the urban expanse. For thirty minutes I hopped off curbs, slid between cars and coasted through a maze of side streets. My mood immediately lifted. With each rotation of the cranks I felt better. I watched the shadow cast by wheels play across the pavement, a flickering film of dark and light. The buzz of my freewheel in sync with the industrial sounds of this northern neighbourhood. A beautiful window of time to play and feel. With a smile I returned to the workplace, rejuvenated and ready for another stint on the keyboard. What a panacea a bicycle is.