Yes, I know it is not a good time, both personal and general.
We started from this sea and these wild beaches and then got lost in the beautiful pine forest behind it, not yet scented with summer spirits but with its peculiar light. Crossed the fine vineyards of Bolgheri, which were tidy and well-kept and continued for the Magona nature reserve, not forgetting some villages like that of Casale Marittimo, which at least deserve to be crossed by bike at a slow pace.
All this allowed me to remove a little grey, lift myself a little, and abandon that sense of heaviness, that oppressive hood that curved my back.
My little personal therapy worked this time too.
Long life to the bike. The best cure for sadness.