The Wicked Witch of Winter is melting, melting, melting.... I hope I didn't just piss her off and she comes back, with a vengeful March snow dumping.
No rain drops creating circles rippled on puddles, instead the moisture was a misty, milky drizzled fog that accumulated silently, slowly sluffing off my slicker, helmet and glasses in drops that tried so hard to hang on. 25/15.2
Hard To See Harriet Today
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It's so wet down here in Iowa I saw a fish swim by on my bike ride tonight. :-)
I think I got a glimps of that witch today.
Glad you could ride today despite the fog & drizzle.
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