I went for a bike ride this morning. It was warm out - about 60 degrees. The sky was vivid blue and the sun was just coming up.
I put on my comfy bike shorts and my sleeveless Canari top and my pretty Pearl Izumi gloves with the embroidered flowers. It was glorious. The birds were chirping and I didn't eat any bugs.
And there were hills, there are always hills, but I welcomed them because reaching the crest of one hill just means to be able to go screaming down the other side. Traffic is light so early in the morning. I had the roads practically to myself.
Even my bicycle - the speedy Tessa - was feeling wholly invigorated, like the well-oiled machine that she is. At one point there was a hot air balloon hovering just overhead, close enough for me to see the people in the basket and hear the sporadic releases of propane. I waved big windshield-wiper-arm waves until the people waved back.
I saw foxes out hunting, and then a crazed deer... no wait, let's leave the crazed deer out of it. After all, this is MY daydream.
Yeah, it was all just a dream. In reality, I was on the stationary "thing" - it's not really a bicycle. It's just a seat with pedals and handlebars that sits in a little room. The lovely, yet lonely Tessa sat idly next to me the whole time as a winter storm raged right outside the window next to us.
But the whole time, while on that stationary "thing", my mind was a conglomeration of many of the lovely bike rides that Tessa and I have had. And my mind went outside that little room while the storm was raging, and I was anywhere I wanted to be.
“God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.”– James Barrie
"or lovely bike rides during a winter storm"
So yes, there is quite a storm on this Winter Solstice. And NO, we do not have a Christmas tree. And yes, the roads are not very travelable. But NO, I am not anxious about that *SQUIRM*.
Here we have China the snow dog channelling her awesome mental powers ( and I DO mean "mental"!) to somehow conjure up a tree.
At least, I think that's what she's doing.