It was 53 degrees F at 5:17 this morning as I headed toward Meadowbrook Park on Discovery II. Decided it was worth going a little more slowly to be able to sit up and get a better view of the scenery.
Stopped for lupines
It was the sunrise!
Rode steadily, in comfort under the now quite business-green-leafed trees along Race Street, to Meadowbrook, where aready walkers were enjoying the new light. Exchanged greetings with them and then lingered a while, looking upstream into the sunrise, at the rabbit-statue bridge before getting a picture.
Got a few more sunrise photos
Spiderwort were visible
Then went on to the morning’s next activities.
Thought about how small a window these morning rides are, full as each one is, on life with all its tangled worries. They are a little less brief than the sunrise, and the more precious for that, for being possible and always in some way joyful no matter what else may be happening.