A crown of clouds, loosely jeweled with droplets of water from distant lands and oceans. A gloomy day in rising. Rising to the occasion of it being mid-November, after all. By the time I sat down to write this, the filigreed crown had turned into a solid shroud and the mountain went invisible from here. But it’s not all gloom and doom just yet.
It’s lovely to be able to curl up on the couch with a cup of tea, books, magazines, and the perusal of cycling websites and blogs. Just because I am not on the bicycle today, it doesn’t mean I am not out there riding … which might explain why I am having such a hard time keeping the wheels of attention on number-crunching tasks today.
Maybe I’ll just have to declare this Friday as the new Sunday and go back to dreaming of sunny trails ahead….