Last Saturday was indeed the first day of spring and did not disappoint. It was a 50 k’s of bike riding in the sun kind of weekend. Very very nice. But I need a new bike seat and I’m wearing holes in my pants. Yesterday and today are a different kind of story. The wind says ‘the day is mine’, the sun stands back to watch, and the open flat farmland does little to protect from 60 km gusts.
I sleep in the wind.
It rushes from ear to ear
making strange music.