Morning Rides

I have begun cycling in the mornings as dictated (in a manner of speaking) by my son. I was reluctant at first, having for years done my riding in the afternoons, but I am enjoying the shift. Cool fall mornings in the northeast.

I have also been timing and making maps of my rides. I used to measure in miles, and now I measure in minutes. Again the son.

I have also decided that I will begin writing here again on a regular basis. Simply put, I miss it. I think graduate school stole my words for the last three years. Graduate school has a way of doing that to people. Stealing all sorts of things. Few experiences in this world can make someone feel so silent and bereft of interesting things to say, with words or otherwise.