Rocky Hillside

Passed by Lycra? Never!

What the world looked like yesterday.

As you can see from the picture, yesterday was a great cycling day.

At least it was for me. I enjoy the "rotten" days for a few reasons. First, they break the routine. Second, getting to work and back on snowy days feels like a successful adventure. Finally, drivers always give me more space and deference - it's sort of glimpse of what a better world might be like. (Of course, I think drivers treat me better because they think I am obviously a mental patient and entitled to charitable treatment.)

About five minutes after I arrived, I noticed all the snow that had fallen off my helment.

With last night's snow on the ground, the sun made everything brilliant. The kids and I rode over to the coffeeshop for breakfast. Then Milly and I rode down to my office. The sun, the kids, riding from place to place, the company at the coffeeshop, my students wandering around - my day was full with things that make me happy.

My morning commute takes place mostly before dawn. This morning I passed about one cyclist per mile on the way. I find that extraordinary. (All using lights, by the way.)

Yesterday it snowed for the first time this season. The pavement wasn't icy until this morning, but I had to keep wiping off my glasses on the way home last night.

I loved it. I always feel happy when I get home after a snowy day.

Morning glories smothering a fence along 23rd Street

Last fall, a hand-lettered sign at this spot offered morning glory seeds to anyone who left an envelope in a box near the sign. Seemed a bit odd until this summer, when the place erupted in brilliant blue flowers.