It‘s been 6 months since I’ve been recovering from a COVID-19. My body is gradually getting stronger and I’m slowly starting to get back to my daily sports life. One of them is cycling. That weekend, I went down to the basement. The dusty bike, for a long time, stood sadly in the corner of the basement. I wiped it off, checked the tires, chain and brakes on the bike. So the bike was arrangend he could see the light of day again and he shone in the sun again. I put on my favorite tracksuit, tied my hair and lightly put on makeup. I took it a bottle of my favorite cherry juice and a sandwich with pechenitsa, cheese and vegetables. My neighbor and her brown-haired dog Lucky joined me on a bike ride. While I was riding my bike wildly. I felt the freedom and restlessness of the wild wind, as it caressed my face. I felt life, restlessness and serenity at the same time. That feeling of unrest of mine, which at the same time was connected with happiness, satisfaction and sadness due to the loss of my father. But life goes on, I have to go further and deal with the obstacles that life imposes on us. Because happiness accompanies only the brave.