You don’t go forward looking only at the rear view mirror. But the rear view mirror sometimes can show you pieces that make you, you.

This random pink bicycle on the rear view mirror of my parked car lead me to a zillion memories.
Of friends. Family. Childhood. Relationships. Life in itself. Memories of the roads we have taken to get to where we are put energy in our feet and add new meaning to a mundane day.

(at Nariman Point Marine Drive)