Cycling to breakfast this morning, along sandy tracks through the woods here at Auroville, it felt like it was downhill all the way.
In reality, it is very flat around here. Some days, though, cycling seems to require a lot of effort. It feels like there is a continuous headwind, even though there is almost no wind at ground level amongst the trees. It feels like the sand is soft, making for sluggish, heavy going, even though the sand is as firm as ever.
This morning, it felt quite the opposite. The bicycle was flying along without me making any effort. It was as if there were a continuous tailwind and the sand below the tyres offered no resistance at all.
Life is so strange. Nothing has changed in the gradient of the land, nor in the wind, nor in the sand. And yet the same journey that yesterday required so much effort, today is effortless…
