I'm still limited to short rides. But my time in the saddle has given me no end of visual delight:
Saturday I rode to Roosevelt Island again and, from there, down the waterfront. November sunsets are so vivid--and bike rides so fulfilling--because of the darkness, the cold, that is ready to descend, just as trees are their most colorful at the moment before the wind strips them bare to the long, dark nights ahead.
Yesterday I took another, slightly longer ride. I didn't take any photos, but I'll have something to say about it tomorrow.
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