Spontaneous, out of context post in the more or less randomly created "BIKE COMMUTE STORY", Wednesday, February 17.
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It's been a strange week. It started at a little before 5 AM Sunday
when the novovirus I'd somehow ingested had had sufficient time to
incubate. Having done so it no longer lurked instead choosing to make
its presence known in no uncertain terms.
I'll skip the details. Turn to the All Seeing Interwebz if you are that curious. You can thank me later.
I took Monday off to recover a bit. Tuesday started more or less
alright but I could tell I was in for a short day almost before it
started. I don't get sick often. When I do it isn't pretty, but I assume
that's true for most people.
That evening the two bicycle
tourists I'd kind of expected arrived. "Kind of expected" because I
hadn't heard from them in a couple of days and didn't know if Monday's
"rain event" had delayed them or worse. Time would reveal that a glitch
in the Warmshowers mail system delayed their message until after they
had continued on to New Orleans. Oh well.
We left together in
the morning, a morning that was the meteorological opposite of the
previous morning's dense fog. They agreed to stop on the Paper Clip for a
departure shot taken over the Mighty Mississippi, fallen but not
completely back in its banks.
Our leisurely pace allowed a
little chit chat on the way to the place I would bid them an enjoyable
trip and turn back toward work. I hope they enjoyed the kolaches.
The day passed uneventfully. I have to say, recovering from an illness makes me appreciate being well. Funny how that works.
I was heading home on the Levee when the sun had already dropped below
the horizon. That horizon was limned with those colors and intensities
one occasionally experiences at that hour.
What a pleasure to
be there to see the contrasts, the oddly stark boldness of things seen
from this side of the setting sun, back-lighting doing its dramatic
best. In a few minutes all would be changed again, lit not by an
unimaginably large ringing ball of burning hydrogen but by more mundane
lights.
As I was completing my second panoramic image a friend
rolled up on his road bike to chat. Another great pleasure taken in
small things.
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