Cold and rain. Then, cold and wind.
That is how Fall has been turning into winter. The clouds' whites and grays, and even the blue that occasionally breaks through them, take on the hardness and clarity of ice.
Long Island Sound at Fort Totten seems to open itself for the purpose of ferrying away the memories, the flickerings, of autumnal hues and sunsets.
I'm not sure whether Marlee can appreciate such things. She, however, wonders why I want to go for a ride when it's cold and windy and overcast. She can't understand why I'd want to leave, if only for a while, when she's dozing off in my lap.
I explain that I will return--and the sensory details of my ride make her cuddles all the more comforting. And, I suspect, my riding makes me more cuddle-able, if only for the body heat a ride generates.
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