one more time

Oh, indulge me! It was a week of hard work, a week of fighting off viruses that are surreptitiously creeping up Bascom Hill, a week of meetings, appointments, a week of late hours at the little corner shop.

And all I could think of was how enchanting even the hellishly busy weeks can be when the air is warm, the sky is blue and the sun dapples the bike path with crescents and obelisks of harvest gold.

I’m not going to campus tomorrow and next week promises the more typical pattern of rainy days and cool evening rides. So I give you this one last day of brilliance.

…on Bascom Hill, just outside my office…











On State Street, during my afternoon coffee break…





…and on the lakeside ride home.






Look closely at the faces: soon they’ll be hidden by scarves and turned up collars. Not today. Today the caps are decorative, the scarves – absent. Young bodies, stripped as far as decency permits. To take it in, one last time.










…while the sweaty band plays on.