Just above comfortable for the entire ride, even though everything was soaked through upon arriving home. Maybe it's the expectation of misery, but rain rides seem to always have a quality to them that defies their reputation.
Leaving comfort changes perspective, and creates a gratitude. A wet face, rain spotted glasses, cold hands and toes reminds of our beginning as humans when the sensation of elements weren't so shut out of our lives. Existence wasn't about possession, but about survival. Identity was found in contribution to the survival of all, instead of domination. Education was shared and passed on, instead of tested and borrowed for. Creativity was used to bring joy, innovation to save...ah, who am I fooling? There have always been those who take and don't give.
It is delightful to come home from a ride and feel alive, because of a small amount of discomfort. 45/16.6
I stopped along the Mississippi and saw some of the
Bridges Of St. Paul
1 comment:
It's the wet feet, cold toes, and rain in your face that I find the most uncomfortable on rainy rides. Good job for having the right attitude this morning.
Was it hot chocolate or java after the ride?
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