Many posts have been written about the special challenges of riding through a northern climate winter. Today I experienced the other side of the coin, the unique pleasures of it.
When I set off, there was a glittering layer of frost on everything - the road, the path... car windows (keep scraping suckers ). Everywhere my headlight shone, it was as if millions of tiny diamonds were scattered in front of me. Couldn't have seen that in the car.
Coming home, the low sun put a wash of golden light on the snow and the bare poplar trees along the path.
It made the hassles of packing clothes and dressing up to the eyeballs (in summer I often just ride in my office clothes) seem worth it.