A Misty Moisty Morning

A Misty Moisty Morning

It was a misty moisty morning as I pedaled my bike out of the garage and down the driveway this morning.  With the air temperature just above freezing, I could feel the coolness of the air pushing its way through my jacket.  Visibility was limited by a late winter fog, although, unlike when you are in a car or riding a motorcycle, it is pretty hard to overdrive your headlight(s) when moving under your own power.  Save for the sound of my tires on the wet pavement, the start of my commute was quiet, bordering on serene.  I spotted a deer a few hundred yards out in a field.  It didn’t bound off at my approach, but rather i****ched me as a glided by.  A few minutes later I turned onto a busier county road, one that has a wide shoulder to ride on, where there were cars that passed me, up to 4 a minute, but even they seemed quieter today somehow.  With the moisture-laden air, I noticed a light sizzling sound as I passed under some high-voltage power lines.  I pedaled onward, contemplating how great it is to be able to start my day in a healthy way, a monumental change from the days of my past.

RP