A winter morning

If the fingers are lined up behind the bend of the handlebar, the index finger is the only one to go numb. 

I think about things like this as Janet and I take a whirl through the Garden of the Gods.  Not deep thoughts, but ideas that have immediacy in the here and now.  It’s 30 degrees and sunny.  A light snow has fallen on the higher slopes, but leaves are still falling along the streets. 

We ride through the Garden, up Mesa’s climb and then descend for a couple of miles to the edge of Old Colorado City.  The climb warms us and then the bright sun makes up at least 15 degrees in temperature and we are all smiles back home to Manitou.  A hour and half of the morning well spent, together and on bikes.