Blessing of the bikes

The sounds of thunder rumbles through the forest. But this thunder will not be followed by rain. It's the reverberating song of bikes, thousands of bikes. The sun beaming down, the White cross towering over.

Today was the blessing of the bikes. There was quite the turnout as we passed rider after rider after rider. The blissful breeze made the day perfect for a ride and now i am more pink than peach. The sun colored skin on my arms is a it more tender than i would prefer, and the ride was beautiful.