Yes, I've hit Lotto. Just to prove it, here are photos from my exotic midwinter cycling vacation.
Hey, who wouldn't want to see the sun setting over the ocean on a clear, mild day?
Or see the blue of the sky consumed into the blaze of orange and red and purple, and spreading in waves of deepening blue?
If any of you have not yet entered the workforce, you can look forward to long meetings and workshops. It's not a sign of a character flaw if your mind wanders during them. In fact, I'd argue that if you see what I saw out the window, and you pay more attention to it than to what's going on in the room, it's a sign that you're spiritually healthy.
Just don't tell that to the people who were running the workshop.
I got outside, and on my bike, just in time for this:
In what exotic locale was I?, you ask. Would you believe Kingsborough Community College, at the southern edge of Brooklyn. I took the long way back, so in all I still managed to ride about 40 miles yesterday. And I didn't even have to leave home. Well, not really, anyway!
