But it’s warm today, almost forty, so I’ve taken a ride for the first time in over a week: there’s been too much ice and snow before today. When I turned around at Belmont it was 4:20 and already dark.
I’ve been denned-up lately, hardly getting out of the house except to shop or pick the kids up at trains. Being out and exercising meant a recovery of good spirits. I’ve been dwelling on age, age appropriateness and its barriers lately, a topic appropriate for the season. Not very communicative. I’ve commented here and there, but not so very much, and I’ve been feeling I have nothing to say. But I’m sure that will pass. Riding was fun, but the first day, with a kind of automatic action, always is. It’s the second day when you feel the motions are alien and unfamiliar.