In the middle of the journey of my life, I am--as always--a woman on a bike. Although I do not know where this road will lead, the way is not lost, for I have arrived here. And I am on my bicycle, again.
08 April 2013
The End Of A Day At The Beginning Of A Season
During my ride home, I stopped at the Long Island City piers just in time for this:
And, in one sign that Spring is finally springing on us, I saw a willow just beginning to open itself to the sun that's finally warming it: