|From Kevin's Travel Journal|
Although today is pretty wintry (temperature barely above freezing, strong gusts), it doesn't seem like a day in, say, late January or early February. It may have something to do with the fact that Daylight Savings Time began on Sunday, so the sun is not setting until 7pm.
|From Easy As Riding A Bike|
At the same time, most of the trees are still bare and much of the ground is wizened (in spite of the rains we've had) and covered with brown grass, weeds and brush. It's a bit like looking at an old person in an old winter coat, and knowing that both have to survive only a few more days to make it through the season, but also knowing that one or both might not make it.
We could still have another snowstorm or two, or some other kind of storm. But the days grow longer and soon the trees will begin to bud. I took did my first metric century (and first Point Lookout ride) of the year on Sunday, a few weeks earlier than I've done them in other years. Still, I might be relegated to sneaking rides of two hours or so between bouts of bad weather and various obligations.
Of course, about five months ago, we had the inverse of what we're seeing now: weather and water that were still pretty warm, trees still covered with leaves that were just beginning to change color, but days that were growing shorter. I was riding into a season's, and a year's, demise, but it was harder to notice or easier to ignore, depending on how I think of it. In contrast, my ride on Sunday, and the next few I will take, will be like emerging from a cocoon, however slowly, into light and space that could be almost overwhelming until I adjust to them, as I have done every year.
If you had to choose between cold and light or warmth (relative, anyway) and darkness, which would you choose, and why?