Yesterday I wrote about a ride that included a fallen tree and the sunset. The latter, not surprisingly, made the ride glorious, while the tree made it more interesting.
Somehow it fits that I was riding at sunrise this morning. Actually, I was making my commuter a little earlier than usual so I could get a bit of work done before my classes. I am noticing, however, that day is dawning earlier and ending later. Sunday, we move the clocks ahead an hour for "Daylight Savings Time," which means more daylight at the end of the day. It also means that I might be making a pre-dawn commute or two before the end of the month.
Anyway, from the RFK Memorial Bridge I got to see the morning arise at Hell's Gate--actually, the Hell Gate Bridge:
"Dawn" and "hell": They almost seem contradictory, don't they?
Somehow it fits that I was riding at sunrise this morning. Actually, I was making my commuter a little earlier than usual so I could get a bit of work done before my classes. I am noticing, however, that day is dawning earlier and ending later. Sunday, we move the clocks ahead an hour for "Daylight Savings Time," which means more daylight at the end of the day. It also means that I might be making a pre-dawn commute or two before the end of the month.
Anyway, from the RFK Memorial Bridge I got to see the morning arise at Hell's Gate--actually, the Hell Gate Bridge:
"Dawn" and "hell": They almost seem contradictory, don't they?
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