First commute in months. Last spring I started piano lessons and morning is the best time for me to practice. Of course, every day I get carried away at piano and sort of forget to pay attention to the time and that I really need to get going. Today was a catch up day at work, so I rode in like a person of leisure after my long piano time, and felt completely lucky. I'm thankful for days like this.
It was windy, strong enough for little surprises (Whoa! That garbage can just tipped over!) but I never felt blown around; it was like a playmate, like nice waves in the ocean.



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