After nearly eight weeks the stars aligned. The day was warm enough. I had no meetings. It was Saturday.
This time of year is one of my favorites. The colors of the late winter landscape are made from muted grays and browns punctuated by the occasional spike of blue sky. The chop in the fields from last fall is tinted black with manure. The smell drifts into my helmet and stays. The joy of being on the road again makes up for the sting.
It’s been a long winter. I’m looking forward to finding my way back to lazy weekends and roads to nowhere.