I know it will be a blustery, cool ride home tonight, pumping into the wind with lights on.
But, that’s OK. It’s that time of year. We get a few freezes under our belts, it drives a stake through the heart of any remaining mosquitoes, and the brown of the winter commute will start to appear. I’m ready.
This morning was unbelievably gorgeous. As I started out on the morning commute a few minutes after 7 a.m., I felt like I was riding in the inside of a conch shell—the pearly white clouds and pink light of the rising sun, combined with the soft baby blue of a newborn day’s sky. Well, it was a 10 of a morning. It’s been so dry that clouds are a rare treat, and these were high and thin and broken, which made for a pretty picture.
So even a breezy, damp, cool ride home won’t break the mood. I parked inside Warde Hall by my office (biker’s privilege, try parking your SUV inside when it rains). What little rain we had blew through quickly, and frankly I would have been willing for much more.
But what a morning!
A much prettier view of the Iowa sunrise can be seen here, in a blog post from a former newsman in my old town of Muscatine. That’s the Norbert F. Beckey bridge, that I occasionally crossed in the late 1970s on a 1974 Schwinn Continental to reach a nice park with a lake that was nearby in Illinois.
Nice as the morning sky was in Cedar Rapids, clearly having a Mississippi nearby made it even more beautiful in Muscatine.