February 6th – It’s been chilly now for a couple of weeks, and I now have my winter cycling skin on, and barely feel the cold. It gets you like that in the end; you become tempered, inured, used to the climate; so much so that you feel it when it warms up that much more acutely. I love being in this position. It means when spring comes, it’s even more joyous.
At Green Lane on another cold, icy commute, I was wrapped up and felt warm, and the barren beauty of the season really struck me.
I’d like spring to hurry up, of course: but I can live with this, for now.
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