Took the GT out on the Minuteman in the late afternoon, cranking along in a meditative reverie, listening to the peepers, squeakers, and croakers of the Night Chorus warming up for the evening and the Spring, the wind occasionally whistling in my ear, the sky gradually darkening in a grayscale sunset with not a pastel shade to be seen. Turned around at Bedford Street, Lexington.
The thaw proceeds apace. It will be briefly interrupted on Tuesday.
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