I pity anyone who didn’t ride their bike to work today

Yesterday: pouring rain, 13mi over the hills, soaked to the bone and grinning the whole way.

Today: moss and new leaves glowing green in the rain-washed sunshine, 8mi along the river, arrived at work clean and dry.

Riding my bike to work puts me dab smack in the middle of the world. When it rains I get wet and when it’s hot I sweat. I see how much the river rises or falls (at least three feet last night), which waterfowl are migrating, which flowers are blooming, when zbeans is roasting coffee, when Chez José is frying tortillas. The rest of my day might suck but I had forty beautiful minutes that remind me why I love my home.