As usual, I’m up before the sun crests the horizon. I love this time of day more than any other – the quiet, the solitude, the unexpectedly sharp click of nails as the dog slowly treads across the kitchen floor to greet me. Mist, thick and foggy, obscures much of the view from my back door on this slightly damp Christmas morning. The forecast calls for fog much of the day, but with temperatures projected to be in the upper 30’s and low 40’s I won’t miss the opportunity for a ride. The presents are all wrapped. Last minute house cleaning will be underway shortly, the kitchen will soon be filled with the scent of baking, and later replaced by the sound of chicken frying in black cast iron skillets. And later on there will be more activity when family arrives, grandsons will rip through gift wrap and fight over toys, glasses will be raised in holiday cheer, and friends – from near and very far away – will be toasted. From all of us to all of you, we wish you a very Merry Christmas, a happy holiday, a festive Chaunakah – whatever or however you wish to call the season, enjoy it.
And me, I’m going to go ride my bike thirty or forty miles before the throngs arrive.