Went for a solo ride in the rain last night and then another misty, chilly ride before the sun lifted an eyelid this morning. I love this time to reflect, ponder & meditate about the wonders of the world.
The feel of the cold water spraying off my front tire onto my shins.
Pupils dilated & straining to see through the warp-drive streaking drizzle.
The smells of a wood burning stove eating the season's first white oak.
The muffled sound of leaves crunching under my tires like I'm rolling over al dente corn flakes.
And cold air has a flavor. It is different in the fall than the same temperature air of spring. I can't describe it. It just tastes good.
Things appear to be dying all around us, but I think they are just now coming to life.
Enjoy the ride.
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