Drastically shorter in hindsight; I trust my mind is not tricking me to such a great extent. Perhaps I am wrong. Yet, I feel as though last winter was so much shorter, more tolerable, and gave up so much easier than what we are surrounded with this year. It took me a long time to acclimate and a much shorter time to give up looking at the weather forecast knowing I would be a little disappointed not to see 50s, let alone the 40s. I guess I still just want the sun.
And so, a victim to my own game of weather permitting, I’ve been caught twice now recently, dressed for a road bike, not even the glance out the window or a safety stash of gloves, facing snow and ice on a commute home.
I position myself now between looking again or smiling at what unfolds from a lack of forecast. Funny that, it’s to be 50 today. I should have written this entry earlier.
