In another vivid example of change, today it was way COLD–10 degrees F at 6:30 AM, more than 50 degrees less than last week at this time. Who knew that the spirit-lifting warm air last week was a harbinger of nearby town-destroying tornadoes?
Cold weather presents challenges to cycling, especially as one gets older, but it’s yet another kind of experience to observe for Velo du Jour. So dressed as intelligently as I could, including having two hand-warmers in each mitten, and set off for Meadowbrook Park on Rhododendron.
More green things had turned brown, and more leaves had fallen, but
the Bradford pear trees in the neighborhood now were providing a red-golden coda to the autumnal march toward neutral.
Funny how early in the season I talk about loss and dying, but months later color, a sign of life, still asserts itself.
Loved the sight of apples still clinging to a leafless tree, and the little half-moon (which Walt Whitman might have described at 10 last night, as “late-risen and swollen, as if with tears”) visible among its branches.
Resolved not to stop for photos unless the scene grabbed me with force, because I think it’s more the stopping than the uninterrupted cycling that causes heat loss.
Noticed an unusual, beautiful quiet, even for early Sunday morning. Figured it may have had something to do with the cold, and/or the beginning of Thanksgiving break. The sky was clear and the air, fortunately calm.
Missed the actual crowning of the bright, though relatively large-appearing sun-disc over Meadowbrook, but did get a dawn shot of McCullough Creek at the rabbit-statue bridge, a lattice of ice crystals forming on its surface.
Then rode with resolve past early- lighted expanses of grass and dark Baptisia pods without stopping, to stay warm. Felt a need to stop, though, to document the intermediate stage of the goldenrod losing their seed-fluff.
The cold bore down. Ten degrees really is something with which to contend. Made me think that so much of life is like weather, even in situations that result from our decisons (can recent intense weather fit into that category?), there is not much to be done in the moment except to dress appropriately.
Was tempted to stop at the Windsor/Vine bridge, but it was roped off: the art project was sill in progress.
Ended up staying for more photos, though, because a number of seedling Bradford pears waved bright flags of red leaves.
On the way home my feet were really cold! Cold, cold, cold! Even so, there was plenty of enjoyment in being out in the morning on the bike, even with the discomfort. People do often endure discomfort (even life-threatening conditions!) for the sake of enjoyment. I’m trying to apply that principle to other parts of my life, like the transition of my children to adulthood.
Really want to keep going out to investigate the world, in whatever weather, so need to work on strategies to stay warm.