Not every time we swing our legs over the bike do we travel great distances to unknown places. Today we rode on Indian Summer country roads, blanketed with yellow leaves. Past farmland and grassy marshes, we wound our way to Greenwich, NJ for what could be the last picnic of the season. Sheltered from wind and warmed by the water, we lunched by the Delaware Bay. Our companions were hawks and osprey. Such peace and solitude aptly lulled us from an adventurous summer and a tumultuous fall into a drowsy state of total relaxation.
Our lunch was long and our time alone together invaluable. Back on the bike, we rode to the edge of the bay. Weather damage was apparent everywhere and sea grass and sand covered the road. The contrast between the destruction of the storm and the beauty of the day was sadly ironic.
As we headed home, the shortened day lengthened our shadows way too soon. Hopefully there will be other riding days before the spring, and if not, we have all that was today to take us through the winter.
The Epic named Sandy humbled us all beyond imagination. Nature showed us her evil side and powered us into submission. Then on a random Monday in November, gold blooms on blue skies and the sun warms away the knots in your shoulders. It's almost like an apology . . . and I accept!
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