Yesterday's post ended with a pot of gold over the rainbow. Well, sort of.
Today's post begins--as my day did--with a cloud moving across the cityscape.
From its path between these buldings, it "sets":
Then it recedes, eventually disappearing behind one of the buildings:
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
As I am not Irish, others can--and did-- convey the spirit of this day much better than I ever could.
Here's one of them:
He is, of course, Sheldon Brown--one of the patron saints of the cycling world.
I can't believe he's been gone for six years already. I hope that, wherever he's gone, he's found this:
No doubt he's sharing a ride, a story and a Guinness Stout or two with this fellow:
Perhaps it's strange to talk about a "typical March day" in this part of the world, as this month's weather is the least predictable of all. On any of the 31 days between February and April, we can have (and have had) everything from summer-like heat waves to the most intense blizzards.
But somehow today seems like it could only be of this month: chilly winds are blowing under clear skies streaked by the faintest wisps of cumulus clouds.
It feels, to me, like the door to a new season. I can see what's inside even if I can't enter yet.
Somehow this photo seems apt:
