I have always loved winter rides along the coast. Even on a day that’s mild for the season, few people are strolling the boardwalks, and even fewer are on the beach, if it hasn’t been closed. The people you see, whether they’re walking with dogs, families or friends, or cycling, might be called anything from “hardy” to “crazy” by those who prefer the warmth of their living rooms to brisk winter air or the glare of screens to the subdued light and subtle colors of the littoral horizon.
If nothing else, we are independent spirits who are introverts at heart, even if we return to the company of the sedentary.
Speaking of independent spirits:
This one knows what they (I can’t be cisgenderist, can I?) want. And their ability to eat oysters and other fresh shellfish—and leave a deposit on a shiny new vehicle—has nothing to do with their personal assets.
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