Got out on the bike a little earlier than usual today, 14 miles on the Minuteman around sunset. Riding in daylight was a novelty. Temperatures were falling through the 50s, which seemed, if not warm, then at least not cold.
The Minuteman crossing at Mill Street, Arlington, is partially obstructed for construction of ADA compliant ramps with textured panels. The Minuteman definitely has users who will find this helpful, so the exercise is of more than bureaucratic interest. In the meantime, a little caution is in order.
The sunset got organized and was quite decorative for awhile. It was a pretty ride, and folks generally seemed to be in amiable moods. A young Chinese boy and his grandmother walked arm-in-arm, he jabbering earnestly, she giving antiphonal responses of reassurance or encouragement at intervals, classic nurturing discourse.
By the time I turned around at Bedford Street, it was full dark, and the Lexington DPW's homage to
Edward Hopper was glowing in solitude.
Rode home through the night, noting that the
Winter Moths have returned.
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