We got a little snow, so I've managed to get out on the Nordic trails. I've even gotten out enough times to get past the dauntingly awkward first few times.
Although the shift to usable winter was sudden, the season feels long. The whiteness on the ground looks right with the angle of the sun and the bite of cold in the air.
If it all ends again in a couple of weeks, we'll be back to rides in the raw wind, looking for the lasting warmth that never seems to come. I'd rather be skiing.
When the riding begins I'll start asking myself again whether it's time to get a Steamroller, and if I ought to stockpile a spare Cross-Check frame or two. For now I'm just concerned with the wax of the day and whether I'll get to use it.