Last Saturday it was raining lightly when I went out for my road ride. The leaves looked like pastel water colors bathed in the gossamer mist. The Pa woods are always most beautiful when wet.
The best thing about the “bad” weather was that NO one was out – not even cars. I had the roads to myself and the resulting silence was so strong I could feel it. Even the birds were quiet. What a great balm for the soul!
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It's better to cycle through life than to drive by it.