On Friday, one of my students asked me if winter was truly over. Before I could answer, she started making declarations like; “It’s Spring.” “Winter is done.” I wasn’t in the best of moods and though not as grouchy as I would become by the end of the day, I just didn’t have it in me to lie to her.
“There’s going to be at least one more day of snow”, I asserted confidently. When she developed a deep frown, I relented and explained that it would happen, but probably only last for one day.
So, last night, after watching a little late night television, I peeked outside before going to bed. The result is the picture you see above. I suppose that I should feel vindicated in my assertions. That would certainly make it Today’s Perfect Moment. It was beautiful.
However, that is kind of bittersweet. I like snow, and it is awfully pretty. However, after the incredible weather we had on Friday, I secretly wished I could have gotten out on my bicycle. I had even gotten my gear together and started stretching. I want to get in a few solo rides before I join the club. Remember, one of my goals this year is to be a consistent B rider, rather than a lonely C. (There are fewer riders in this group and as painful as it is, I need some better pace setting.)
When I woke up this morning, I was greeted by a winter wonderland in my backyard. It was definitely pretty, but it wasn’t something I could go out and ride in. I suppose, if I had a fat bike…….