Frost alert for tonight? Really? On September 14th?
I biked to work – sloooooowly, against the wind. In my face going in. Skies were gray then, but gray and gold go well together.
Okay. done. Time to head back. Biking to the café after work takes forever. Only eight miles, but really, too far, too long when you’re tired and longing for a cup of coffee with your neglected pb&j. But, Ed is there waiting and the barista and his dad are there waiting and you really cannot have a better end to a work day than that.
Oh, I suppose it could get better. Say you biked home from the café and encountered two sand cranes, casting the long shadows in an early evening. Yeah, that would have been cool.