It's here.
I'm talking about the snow. Ever since the middle of the week, the weather forecasters said we'd get the white stuff this weekend. Well, they were right on target: Flurries that fluttered down early this morning have turned into big, puffy flakes. I don't know how much will accumulate, or stay, but everything looks like someone opened up a big box of confectioner's sugar and sprinkled it.
Good thing I went for a ride yesterday--specifically, the ride I took. Although you could have guessed that snow was coming even if you hadn't heard the forecasts, there was no threat of it yesterday. Nor was there a hint of sun: The overcast sky spread a blanket of that particular kind of gray seen just when late autumn is turning into winter--and the pyres of fallen leaves are flickering their last embers of color.
I tried to get those colors and that light without becoming a road pancake. Oh well. At least I managed to capture, I think, the you-wouldn't-know-it-was-the-Bronx-unless-you-were-there feel of that scene.
Anyway, at that point I was about a quarter of the way to what would be my destination:
You guessed it--Greenwich, Connecticut. That's the Town Hall, across from where I sat and consumed some dark chocolate and nuts.
Trusty Arielle, my Mercian Audax, got me there and back. She seemed particularly quick and comfortable today. Perhaps I was simply enjoying my last-chance-before-the-storm ride.
So what am I doing today (besides writing this post)? Reading some students' papers, and making some beet soup. And enjoying yesterday's ride.
I'm talking about the snow. Ever since the middle of the week, the weather forecasters said we'd get the white stuff this weekend. Well, they were right on target: Flurries that fluttered down early this morning have turned into big, puffy flakes. I don't know how much will accumulate, or stay, but everything looks like someone opened up a big box of confectioner's sugar and sprinkled it.
Good thing I went for a ride yesterday--specifically, the ride I took. Although you could have guessed that snow was coming even if you hadn't heard the forecasts, there was no threat of it yesterday. Nor was there a hint of sun: The overcast sky spread a blanket of that particular kind of gray seen just when late autumn is turning into winter--and the pyres of fallen leaves are flickering their last embers of color.
I tried to get those colors and that light without becoming a road pancake. Oh well. At least I managed to capture, I think, the you-wouldn't-know-it-was-the-Bronx-unless-you-were-there feel of that scene.
Anyway, at that point I was about a quarter of the way to what would be my destination:
You guessed it--Greenwich, Connecticut. That's the Town Hall, across from where I sat and consumed some dark chocolate and nuts.
Trusty Arielle, my Mercian Audax, got me there and back. She seemed particularly quick and comfortable today. Perhaps I was simply enjoying my last-chance-before-the-storm ride.
So what am I doing today (besides writing this post)? Reading some students' papers, and making some beet soup. And enjoying yesterday's ride.
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