This is the type of day that restores one's faith in God, if it needs restoring. Piercing blue sky like a vast crystal orb. Every breath like mint. Skin cooled by the crisp white air with just a whisper of chill. Skin lightly toasted by the dry autumn sun, casting tall skyscrapers sharply drawn on the black pavement. Light as Chablis with a hint of oak in St Louis today. It's good to be alive and on the bicycle.