riding my bike in dispair

This is my new favourite bicycle-song. Especially when crusing around the outer parts of the town, watching the yellow fields, blue sky, ragged road and feeling my way-too-long hair flow in the back of my head. Or watching people eat ice cream in the harbour and minding my speed when I suddenly come to a curve on the pavement. I like to take rides on my bike.
Today I rode in dispair. After an aweful, animal-like scream of pain and death last night, and the morning conclusion that Amie didn't come for breakfast, we all suspected the worst. On the search for the missing cat I said to my mum: "When searching for a missing person, one shall always consider the person alive until proven otherwise". But I had strong doubts myself.
Just the bare thought of having to spend the summer without her broke my heart. She's my little sweety, whoever would want to hurt her? She's the cutest thing in this world! It made me feel like 8 years old, scared and misplaced and to such an incredible extent powerless - all I wanted was to be able to hold her again.
Shortly after coming home from my ride, our neihgbour invited us to fika (strangely enough in our own garden, but that's just the way it is over here). And after about half an hour of talk something dark suddenly appeared in the corner of our eyes. We could barely believe our eyes, but there she was, alive and well - our little Amelie. Mum almost cried and we spoiled the cat with a thousand of kisses and candys. For her it was probably just another ordinary day, and she must have wondered what the hell all the fuss was about.