I had hoped to keep up the momentum of my first ride, but mother nature found ways to keep me from doing this.
When I woke up, I discovered that there was a light covering of snow on the ground. There was also a light covering on the bushes, the cars, the lamppost and the mailboxes. Later the snow would melt, but a strong cold wind would have blown me all over the road.
While I admire this kind of cosmic joke (would it be right to use the word irony here?) and know that these few months of lower pollution generation have been having an effect on winter, I do not consider this act of nature to be Today’s Perfect Moment. I might have done so in the past–celebrating the first snowfall and all that–and I might do so again in the future. This is not the case this time, though.
Instead, Today’s Perfect Moment celebrates the child in myself (maybe in all of us). I went out in the morning to see the snow up close. I reached over an took a handful of snow off the car and made a snowball. I flung it across the street at the mailbox. Direct hit. I did this a few times and felt good that I still had the arm. I would have liked to spend more time picking various things in my urban landscape shooting gallery–lampposts, signs, fence posts–but the adult in me needed coffee before the online teaching day started.