Hey buds.

I am just sitting on the porch, sipping a cheap beer, the first time this year.

the left cross, right road.

I slept a long time today, I woke, chipper.   No cross bike, bummed a bit, it was a perfect, early, misty grey day, a cross type of day to ride.  ... but Road bike it was.

I headed over to Rose Glenn, close, quiet, a spinning ascent, I just do over and over, it clears my head.

New music, new thoughts, anger, laughing out loud, plodding, calmness, schemes, plans, blankness, peace.

I trod around in my road cleats, there is just a small window of time now before all is hidden and overgrown by vines, itch weeds, dense brush.  

In general, I'm not a big fan of the transitional seasons,  I want stability, reliable, rules to play by, but nature has its own agenda.   Its amazing how much is alive, the sounds, smells,  funny at one second I feel so alone, the next overwhelmed by the intricate, complex world.   I clip in, and pedal on, joining the real world again.

cheers, my friends, d.