For my last ride of 2010, I did a few easy miles on the local paths. On my way to them, a cute stranger crossed my path:
He was roaming around in front of somebody's house, saw me coming and nonchalantly started to cross the street. Somehow he knew I would stop to stroke him.
At least it's good to know that someone finds me more interesting than the newspaper--one called the "Observer," yet. If an observer something and no one pays attention....how does that question end?
So what do I miss most about home? My cats? My bikes? My books? My friends? It's really close.
Happy New Year!