dance #320, hailing winds

Thursday November 5, 2009

Hailing winds

2:10 p.m. Riding my bike headlong into the winds coming at me fast as I hurtle along College Street. Tiny pellets of white, hard hail batter my body. Bike gears clean and smooth. Legs thrusting downwards. I lean into the wind and feel the lift and the rush. The cold has moved in. Alice nestles into a ball of fur on the chair by the window. Quiet and calm.

~ by nmyers on November 8, 2009.