This is the start of the good time of year. Finally, warm but not blistering, breezy but not windy, dark but not cold. That colorful pre-dawn glow as black gives way to purple which gives way to orange promising that another day is just moments away. Clouds dance like feathers in the wind, headlights twinkle like stars and storefronts glow like neon rainbows. I have a few minutes to just look at the color, feel the cool air, listen to the trees rustle. I want to keep going but I pull into the parking lot, and stare out at dull tan buildings. 8 hours in a dull tan room loom. At least I got a few minutes of color on the way there.

In the limbo between summer and winter there is now. My favorite time to ride.