Managed to get out for the first ride in a long while today. A fairly well known route, but a shade different due to the cold.
The cold got into my blood, into my bones. It took an hour to warm up despite some of the best fabric man has conceived and some fairly brisk pedaling.
The mountains of the Highlands were white and pristine in the distance, the glow of the pink sky as the sun set acted as a back light to my thoughts.
Feeling slow, in more ways than one. Feeling content, despite the pace, in more ways than one.
The future, despite everything can still be bright.