Yesterday was the sort of warm late spring day that lets you know summer is near. It wasn't as oppressive as last Monday, when I rode to Somerville, but the wind and sun necessitated hydration.
I'll spare you all the cliches about water being everywhere, but not a drop to drink.
It's called Point Lookout because, well, people look out. So do birds: There was one standing on the sandbar out just past the waves. Do they ever think about whether it's a beautiful or terrible day? Do they think beauty is subjective?
All right: I wasn't tired enough to think of silly questions like those when I got to PL. It was an invigorating, but not exhausting ride out there and back. That has at least something to do with Arielle:
Even in this cell-phone photo, you can see why she likes going to Point Lookout: something about the air and light there bring out her natural glow.
I'll spare you all the cliches about water being everywhere, but not a drop to drink.
It's called Point Lookout because, well, people look out. So do birds: There was one standing on the sandbar out just past the waves. Do they ever think about whether it's a beautiful or terrible day? Do they think beauty is subjective?
All right: I wasn't tired enough to think of silly questions like those when I got to PL. It was an invigorating, but not exhausting ride out there and back. That has at least something to do with Arielle:
Even in this cell-phone photo, you can see why she likes going to Point Lookout: something about the air and light there bring out her natural glow.
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