bike rides in winter sun

Just back from a swift bike ride - dog loping along exhaustedly by the end, ears flopping, his gait matching our pace.

Small game of ragged basketball at the end, rules broken at every turn, goals scored with hilarity softening the illegality of our every move.

It feels like snatching life from the turn of mortality when there is sunshine so near to mid-winter - and such sunshine. Slanting shadows made the familiar striking, and we have straggled in to showers, handlebars threatening the new painted walls.

Bicycles are not unitary objects - they go in all directions at once when pushed. Seems to me.

And tonight - an evening with friends. Hoping you all have something wild and wicked ahead of you for the weekend.

Love
Dxxxx