On Wednesday morning the sky was clear and the air warmed quickly from a 27 degree start. The brilliant sunrise painted a crisp shadow on the farm field along the road where I parked my Vespa scooter. By noon the temperature was in the fifties and my delusion of spring strengthened. Two days later, right now, just after midnight, the temperature is plunging into the teens with a brisk wind.
Spring has deserted me. As with the groundhog who sees his shadow, more winter is coming. And more winter riding.
My well-worn Vespa GTS scooter still glistens in the early morning light. At this time of year I often stand in beams of sunlight on my face, absorbing heat, believing my body is generating Vitamin D and putting me in synch with the natural rhythm of the world.
This stop, just three miles from home, has provided many opportunities to worship the sun.
This is about as big as the sky gets. Nothing compared to the Midwest or West. Aside from views from hilltops, you never really get a sense of the larger horizon. At times it’s a claustrophobic world.
The scooter doesn’t care and I don’t either. I am happy to ride whenever I can and look forward to warmer weather. Right now, I have little hope of riding in the morning. The dogs don’t want to go out. I probably won’t either…