Late summer, September, can be quite the delight!
The walls are pulsing.
Click click.
"You can stay, but your friends aren't coming in."
Martin is on vacation, lives nearby, and had the time so… Wanna meet for lunch, I ask. Sure, he replies ...
Korey warned me that there would be days that I felt like this. Lonely. Bitter. Jaded.
The bike is just a bit small for me, but it was glorious to be in the saddle.
We met outside in the snow and dark and recovered from the cold with hot mugs of fruit- and anise-flavored tea.