I got up this morning and it’s blindingly bright outside; there’s nary a cloud in the sky and not a hint of wind.
It’s also 39°and there’s a real bite in the air that I haven’t felt in a while. I’m wearing long sleeves. Dammit, it’s cold!
Clearly outlined against the pale blue sky, row after row of geese have begun their southern journey. How can this be? How can the summer be over? Just like that this season of triple digit temperatures is finished?
Yesterday, I wore cycling pants for the first time since last spring. Even after two hours in the saddle, the ice in my water bottles had yet to melt.
Meanwhile, I don’t even know where the rest of my cold-weather cycling clothes are stored at the moment.
I’m simply not ready for it to end!