Today saw the return of an old friend.
The temperature wasn’t too bad going into work; a mild upper 40’s. It was enough to make the fingertips chill and get a little tingly through the summer gloves.
Sometime between noon and quitting time, the clouds rolled in and blotted out the afternoon sun and with it, stole the afternoon heat that warms the ride home. In fact, it was colder going home than it was riding in.
These were cold clouds too. Antartica clouds. Although it’s technically too warm to snow, these clouds had the feel of snow to them. The cold bit through the jacket. My fingers cooled enough to merit turning on the grip heaters. Winter had sent its announcement that it’s not far off.
I’m not fearing the cold weather. I’m kind of looking forward to it.
Those are foolish words, I know. And the first morning in the single digits, I know I’ll be wishing I was somewhere with a Jimmy Buffet song playing in the background. But today, the cold felt refreshing. It felt like seeing an old friend that you haven’t seen for 6 months.
A friend that, although fun to see, will assuredly wear out the welcome before he leaves again in the spring.