The big, fat moon was coming up over Lake Wentworth when I got to the causeway. You can't see it, but a loon was swimming around in this postcard landscape.
In the last mile of the ride back to where I park, the moon was just clearing a ridge beyond a grassy wetland. The temperature was nice. Not too cool, not too warm. A night to ride slowly enough to look at things.
2 comments:
Such moments DO deserve cherishing...
Truly one of the oft-overlooked advantages to pedal-powered locomotion (and pedestrian modes): basic, simple observation of the little things that are overlooked, if not overrun in the usual, hectic pace of daily routine.
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