Because it is just so unpredictable and haphazard. You think you’re on this course and then you learn that no, you are not. Major adjustments need to be made. And then you end up in being elsewhere, completely elsewhere, and hey! That’s not so bad! Or, is it where you were to begin with?
Anyway, it was a beautiful day. We were sprung a spring day – the type you would call average for May, but unbelievably special in March. It is relative, after all.
I biked to work. Sure, diehards never stop biking, not even for the winter months, but I’m not a diehard, I’m a softy at heart. I take the bus when it gets too cold.
It was a fantastic first ride to work of 2010.
Even though in the morning, the air is nippy enough for me to feel cold through the slits in my bike helmet. Or maybe my scalp simply hasn't properly dried from the morning shower.
The lake, still frozen, but just barely, causes me to stop and admire it so often that I am almost late for my 8:45 meeting.
After, in the late afternoon, I catch a few glimpses of the good life...
Am I envious? Nah. Soon. I'll be out strumming chords soon. In the meantime, I wallow in the unpredictability of each day. From good to disappointing to ... well, you never know. Ah life, right?
