Sun-return ritual involves squinting in amazement, and then clicking into the bike pedals. Riding to work today was oddly and simple-mindedly fabulous.
I didn't even mind the flat after passing through the broken-beer bottle gauntlet that is Columbus Avenue by the Northeastern student housing. I needed to put the long-valve tube in that tire anyway.
Boston commuting cyclists often seem glum. They don't have any camaraderie to spare, no extra waves. This morning at 7 though, they smiled.
We got our Spring back and don't have to burrow into the T twice a day.
Tags: massmarrier, Boston, bicycle, weather