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.
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