This morning's ride deserves mention. It was foggy when I left home for the 7.5 mile commute downtown to work. Looking out across a soccer field from my bike the fog had created a cloud about 2 feet high from the ground, obscuring the feet and lower legs of a woman walking her dog (and all but the head of the dog). They moved like ghosts floating over the field ... Having reached the bike path I passed a homeless couple, each about 40 years old, who I had seen pushing grocery carts with attached bulging trash cans full of cans collected from the roadside, on their way to the recycling plant to turn them in for some cash. This morning they were slightly off the path and into the weeds picking weeds (flowers) and the woman had put together a bouquet ... Once I reached my destination, a parking garage where I leave my bike, I had a nice conversation with the parking lot attentant who was telling me that since he started biking in his blood pressure was down, his joints, especially his knees, no longer hurt, and that he felt great. He said he and he wife started biking around town together and they love it. He recently started locking his bike next to mine in the garage, that's how I happened to meet him.

Very nice morning that I would have missed had I not cycled in.