As autumn fades and winter approaches it feels as if a heavy, gray blanket is being pulled across the world. Perhaps it’s just me gripped by grayness. Doesn’t help that I had a head cold for a week which is now burning into my chest and leaving me feeling indifferent to pretty much everything. With great effort I push myself out of the house. If not to ride, at least to walk.
The gray is broken from time to time revealing blue skies or dazzling shafts of light across the landscape. Just can’t tell whether good things are drawing closer or if they’re fading away. As the light fades so quickly this time of year, it’s only made worse by the drop in temperature.
Pushing, still pushing myself to head outside on the Vespa and into the cold. I know once I acclimate things will be fine. But right now, the cold just sucks.
I joked with my friend Paul that this is him before his morning coffee. There’s no small amount of posing that happens between photographers. I try and maintain the same appearance, unlike Paul who is quick to change from one look to another.
This photograph reflects how I feel about the world at the moment. Not just the weather. Politics, sexual assault, health, life. Everything is colored gray.
Moments later Paul’s a new man. Caffeine pouring through his arteries. The world takes on a warm glow.
LESSON: Photographs are often, if not always, lies.
Went for a ride today. Errands. Stopped to look at a used motorcycle. Drank tea in a cafe and wrote in my journal. None of it could erase the complete grayness of the world. Perhaps writing this post will clear away the cobwebs.
Riding the Vespa was fine with the temperature at 40F. Light leather gloves and the heated grips. Heated insoles on medium. I remained toasty. But the desire to ride was low. Almost non-existent.
I’ve been walking more than riding. But not in the woods. Kim and I took a walk not long ago is a favorite wooded haunt and found ourselves beset by ticks. Ticks — those creepy, crawly awful critters. Found a half-dozen on Kim when we got home and eight on me. And then later in the evening I found three well embedded in my flesh.
I’m not a fan of ticks. Same with chiggers.
If this keeps up I’ll think twice before heading off through the woods on anything other than a wide, clear trail.
I’m as likely to sit in a cafe and stare at the world as I am going for a ride. Funny, I remember when everyone was lost in conversation and there were interesting stories to hear. Now so many are glued to a screen that it’s a challenge to do any serious eavesdropping.
Still, it’s a satisfying experience for awhile.
My granddaughter Emma showed me her frog Betsy. She loves frogs. We have one at our house (plastic) that she goes for straight away. She’s too young to explain the attraction. It’s pleasant to witness the energy of a two-year old. Reminds me of what unbridled joy looks like. Despite the gray world.
All this will pass.