It is definitely easy to wake up on Sunday feeling like death came to pay you a visit from last-night's. But for me it is even easier to not say yes to a nice sunny and fresh day! I wasn't about to let it go to waste so I did what I always do: I grabbed my bicycle and rode it. Just me, my bicycle, a beautiful sunset, the undulating Danish hills and the dirt road. Instead of heading toward the city I decided to try the unfamiliar and head away from it. I found a side bicycle lane and followed it until it was nothing more than pebbles and sand on the ground. It was beautiful. It felt like I was chasing the sun, hiding itself in between small hills and reappearing again in the underside of trees. Soon I was so far off there was a creek and vast open spaces. Birds flew past me and the wind caressed me lightly. Suddenly getting out that Sunday was the best thing I did.