From the Cycling Diaries…

The sunlight is obscene.

It comes on strong in that all-consuming way that lovers do. Blinding. Disorienting. White hot. Dangerous.

We don’t want to fall for it, but we still do.

There isn’t really a choice.  December’s snowfall finally chased us inside onto trainers or rollers and we kept spinning the crank arms over out of obligation instead of joy.

When January cracks open with long, white rays, it’s hard to even know what to do with myself. I pass through the kitchen over and over again, marveling at the perfect tube of luminous winter radiance that is painted across the tile like a force field.

Read the entire entry over at Wend Magazine…

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