I am so glad I took my ride yesterday. I thought I’d sneak in a short ride this morning. But the snow started earlier than had been forecast: When I woke up, just before 8 am, the wind was already driving needles of cotton against my window and the faces of people ploughing ahead on their way to work or school. They weren’t supposed to encounter such weather conditions until the time most of them would have been going home. Not surprisingly, some of them returned early to the warmth and comfort of their hot cocoa and friends, lovers, pets, books, TV shows and videos.
Pedaling as soft, puffy flakes eddy onto my shoulders would not have been bad. But the conditions I saw this morning would are the sort you envision in a Dickens story or, perhaps, a Bergmann film. I have mentioned, in previous posts, other meteorological “lines in the sand” I’ve drawn. For example, I am sometimes willing to ride in the snow or rain, but not when both are falling—or when they’re accompanied by sleet. I also generally don’t ride if I can barely see out my window or if the morning commute looks like the Battle of Stalingrad.
Well, I don’t know what the Battle of Stalingrad looked like. For that matter, I don’t know, exactly, what a Dickensian morning looks like, though his writing and my imagination create a vivid image. But I have seen morning in a Bergmann film. Anyway, you know what I mean.
Days like today aren’t for riding, at least for me. But I can bask in the glow of yesterday’s ride.