Visit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!Jenna awoke to the warmth of sunlight streaming through her bedroom window, a welcome change from the dreary gray that had dominated for weeks. She rushed to the window, eyes widening with delight at the clear, endless blue sky, brushed with wisps of cotton-white clouds drifting lazily. The air felt different, lighter, as if the world had finally exhaled after a long, cold breath. Spring had arrived.Eager beyond words, Jenna pulled on her favorite light jacket, the one she’d tucked away since fall, and hurried to the garage. Her bike stood there, dusty but waiting, like an old friend. She wiped it down, her fingers brushing over the cool, familiar metal, pumped air into the flat tires, and checked the brakes. The familiar creak of the chain brought a smile to her face. She was ready.As soon as she pushed off, the pavement felt thrillingly alive beneath her tires, vibrating faintly through the handlebars into her fingertips. The first few pedals were tentative, but soon her muscles remembered the rhythm, the strain and release in her legs syncing with the heartbeat of the road. The wind rushed past her cheeks, cool but not biting, a soft caress carrying the faint scent of blooming lilacs, fresh grass, and the earthy tang of damp soil. She laughed aloud, the sound mingling with the cheerful chorus of robins and sparrows perched among the budding branches.The park welcomed her with open arms. The trees, once brittle and bare, now rustled with new leaves, their tender green edges whispering secrets in the breeze. The rhythmic hum of her tires on the path blended with the distant babble of a stream, its water tumbling over stones with a melodic gurgle. Bees buzzed lazily from flower to flower, their wings a soft, vibrating thrum in the warm air. Jenna could feel the sun’s gentle warmth seeping through her jacket, resting lightly on her skin, while cool shadows brushed her arms as she raced under the canopy of cherry blossoms.Puddles from yesterday’s rain mirrored the sky, their glassy surfaces breaking into ripples under her tires, sending cool splashes against her shins. She breathed deeply, tasting the crispness of the air mixed with the sweet notes of wildflowers. The breeze tugged playfully at the loose strands of her hair, dancing around her ears with faint whispers of spring’s arrival.As Jenna sped down a small hill, the rush of wind grew stronger, a thrilling roar in her ears, making her eyes water slightly from its cool intensity. She gripped the handlebars tighter, feeling the textured rubber beneath her palms, the vibration of the road alive against her skin. Her heart raced—not from the exertion, but from the pure, unfiltered joy racing alongside her.When she finally coasted to a stop, breathless and flushed with happiness, the world felt alive with sound—the chirping of birds, the rustle of leaves, the distant laughter of children playing. Jenna closed her eyes, the breeze kissing her face, the warmth of the sun lingering on her skin, and whispered, “Worth the wait."Jenna knew this was only the beginning. Spring had arrived, and with it, countless rides, endless skies, and the everlasting thrill of the wind in her hair.

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