This morning, a beautiful ride to work. Dark clouds, but stripes and a horizon of colours shining through. Dim, but the streets shining with a little rain. And the trees, while we were gone they seemed to find their autumn coats. So many reds and oranges and yellows. It is good to ride again, and let my mind be quiet as I roll through a part of this magical intersection, where the surface of earth is washed by starglow, where miracles are normal. Where the branches and twigs of trees slice the wind into ribbons of breeze that curl around me as I ride.
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