The other day I rode to Point Lookout. I began my ride under bright, sunny skies. As I pedaled through the Rockaways, however, clouds gathered, layer upon layer, shade over shade, blues and grays refracting the light of the sea and sky but posing no real threat of rain.
But, although it was Saturday, the scene along the Rockaway and Long Beach boardwalks bore more resemblance to mid-week—and early April rather than mid-June.
The high temperature—around 19C or 66F—was indeed more like early Spring than early Summer. What kept people from taking seaside strolls was, I believe, the wind, which at times gusted to 60KPH (about 38MPH). Some of the folks I saw were clad in fleece parkas!
I’ll admit that I like the relative solitude of rides like the one I took the other day: I feel my being expanding across the expanse of sea and sky.
After I finish my cup of coffee, I will ride. This afternoon will be a bit warmer, with less wind. And it’s the official commemoration of Juneteenth. Government offices and many businesses are closed, so people have the day off. I wonder whether I’ll see more people—and traffic—than I saw the other day.
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