A morning with cool temperatures. Fine drizzle that dampens the air, yet under trees it is dry. Legs that say “Go, Go”; lungs that respond “Yes, Yes”. Remembering to eat breakfast. Freshly lubed chain. Purring tires. Half read books beckoning. The light ache of well used muscles. Deep breathing. Swimming. Staying up late. Getting up early. The quiet of morning. Sunlight raking across the land late in day.
October 13th, 2005 | Category: Bicycling | 
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