Took the bike to work yesterday.
One thing I love about my commute is that it is rural and the weather, seasons and tides (I follow the shoreline for about half my ride) mean that it is a different ride every time.
Last night was cool and foggy with little car traffic. The last half is especially quiet and in the fog I always worry about hitting a deer on a downhill run. The darn things seem to have more teeth than brain cells.