nippy, a bit, for sure
my light jacket, flapped un-aerodynamic in the wake of pedaling the bike.
I don't know, but I don't think there is much better than pedaling around your neighborhood
coming home
at night.
Growlers are 1/2 priced.
George's row house is on the end of the row.
He has a nice back porch.
with a common alley along it.
every once in a while you say salutations to someone.

I pedaled tonight, cloudy night dark.  Riding along. 
Just me.
a short ride,
it'll last forever.

cheers, d.

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