Dropping Twelve

What amazing weather! That rare window of ideal conditions was actualized yesterday, the setting sun makes weekday cycling problematic (at least in tandem) so yesterday witnessed N and I criss-crossing New Albany, enjoying the crisp morning air, the sun-singed foliage and thrill of simply being alive. Such makes me recall Fred Ward's stellar performance in Henry and June, engaging the mortal head-on, removing his feet from the pedals as his bike spins downhill amidst the sublime French landscape. I know, I'm a dork.