snow fell off and on, riding on the tail of a wind that was capricious and headstrong in its demeanour. i was compelled to read the trees and the clouds to determine exactly how much time i might have between each snowy event in which to ride to wherever i was going.
and then i stopped worrying and simply rode with it or through it.
cold, rainy, snowy, windy days in autumn can be pretty bleak . . .
i'm not at the age and stage where i can take my own advice on this one, but if you can, stay inside, read a good book, make yourself tea, and look out the window every so often to remind yourself of your incredible good fortune at having such a lovely place to yourself!
the fullness and entirety of the morning . . . early autumn, early morning, my head barely connected to my body looking out at the arriving sky as if it is the beginning day which in fact happened many hours before . . . and yet the sky, a thing a place of beauty, holds my attention and draws me in to its unlikeliness all the while celebrating the very simple and diminishing beauties still holding on from summer time . .
i woke early this morning so i could stop and make time to enjoy some of the quiet places on my ride in to school. the air was warmer than it has been for a little while and so i stopped in places simply to enkoy the stillness of a mid autumn morning.