I played hooky this morning and went for a bike ride. It's October the 4th, the sun is shining, the air is calm and the temperatures are in the low 70's. And as uplifting and mystical as this wonderful riding day is, it's also a little bittersweet because in this part of the country, the curtain of grey clouds that will envelope us for the next five months could drop at any time. But for now, I'll celebrate.

And what a morning! This time of year, the sun is just low enough to make the road look like a ribbon of light that urges my tires on. With no wind to compete, that quiet whish of rubber on road is the perfect backdrop to the honking of Canada Geese and the stop and go chattering of whirling flocks of Icterids perfecting their formations in advance of migration. Thanks for letting me join in your chorus, guys.

Back at home, sitting outside and enjoying a recovery drink, it occurred to me that my enjoyment of cycling is almost, well, primal; like it's been a part of me since before I could walk. Indeed, one of my earliest memories is of looking up at the sky while being pushed around in a baby carriage. I guess a bonding of wheels and movement took place then that's stayed with me ever since. Always moving, always under a big sky that I want to own, but never can. Some things are just better that way.

Tailwinds,
Georgena
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