Another morning, another internal struggle to get my butt out the door. I shouldn't have checked the weather; it was only 25 degrees outside. At 25 degrees, I wear the same clothing as I do at 35 degrees, I'm just not nearly as enthusiastic about riding!

Anyway, I rode, and I was not happy about it until I saw the crescent moon and the pretty little stars in the sky. It was a cold ride, but it was so quiet and so pretty! Sunday mornings are awesome.