Despite being December, the day was absolutely gorgeous. The sun was shining and the snow was melting.  The birds weren’t singing because they had long ago migrated to warmer climates.  It wasn’t balmy, but it was warmer than it had been in quite some time.  I was out driving on an errand.

It was then that I came face to face with Today’s Perfect Moment. First I caught side of the lead rider, then a pack behind them.  At first, I was looking for identifying clothing to brand them part of my cycling club.  Then I wondered if they should have been riding in better, tighter formation.  Then I wondered what they were doing out in December.  Then I got envious.

My club does not officially ride in the colder months. Members of the club do get together for rides, but these are not officially sanctioned rides as our insurance coverage does not extend to the winter months.  Slushy or icy roads, salt, churned up debris, and frosty temperatures are legitimate hazards.  I have never ridden in winter, but today was one of those days when I really wish I did.

I took a look at the clothes of the riders. They were definitely bundled up against the elements:  long legged bibs, thicker jackets, heavier gloves, shoe covers, scarves, and surely some earmuffs or toques on under those helmets.  It was a great sight to behold and easily worthy of being called Today’s Perfect Moment.

When I was younger, I remember riding on those colder months. My lungs were on fire when I stopped and the amount of heat my body had to generate was astounding.  Painful as it was, I certainly knew I was alive.