“I call it "pedal magic" and only those who ride know the utter ecstasy of bicycling. Pressing a pedal toward Earth gives flight to my fancy. Every rotation powers my traveling machine toward yet another date with destiny. The breeze clears my senses. The wind blows away my troubles. The sun shines upon my future. Spinning spokes create flashing metal upon an endless path-cycling feels like an infinite spiritual rush. It cleanses my mind. All my troubles fade into joy.” KnowsGivingFeelsMindEarthSpiritualJoyHealingDestinySunPathTroubleMagicWindMachinesInfiniteShiningBlowSensesEndlessFlightFancySpokesEcstasyMetalsFadesBreezeSpinningMy FutureCyclingSun ShinesPedalsRotation Author:Frosty Wooldridge
“I just feel that if somebody happened to fancy somebody else, well, then, I should be a friend that he can say it to.” IfsFeelsShouldWellsHappenedFancy Author:Andrea Corr
“When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe. One fancies a heart like our own must be beating in every crystal and cell, and we feel like stopping to speak to the plants and animals as friendly fellow-mountaineers. Nature as a poet, an enthusiastic workingman, becomes more and more visible the farther and higher we go.” FeelsTryingHeartUniverseSpeakAnimalEnvironmentPoetHigherPicksFellowsPlantCellsFancyVisibleFriendlyStoppingEnthusiasticCrystalsPlants And Animals Book:My First Summer in the Sierra: Illustrated Edition Source: My First Summer in the Sierra: Illustrated Edition