The week before Christmas, the bike rack was as full as it was in September. Throughout this winter intercession, there have been two bikes--until today. Then there was one:
Yes, that's Marianela. She doesn't seem to mind the cold so much as being perched on a snowbank that's turned to ice. She doesn't seem forlorn or lonely. But I think she wouldn't mind a warm blanket and some hot cocoa. There's noting like imputing one's own wishes to a bicycle, right?
Actually, if she had her own volition, she would've wanted to get home after seeing this:
That's the "It's gonna snow any second" sky. Light snow began to fall about five minutes before I got home. If it snows as steadily and heavily as the forecasters expect, I probably won't be riding into work tomorrow.
Mine was the last bike standing today