Its finally warm out and I mean like 85 this afternoon. There are bugs everywhere, the birds are going crazy and kids are out and about with short sleeves and shorts. The bicyclists have come back in force and are taking over the roads, I am loving riding at night and don't really want to head home.

But alas, the lack of a cell phone and any other fellow service workers that hold such extraordinary hours does relegate me to a life of induced solitude. How shitty. But thats ok, its one of those things that living abroad does to you. It demonstrates who the people with real skin are. It shows who cares, who doesnt and who is important. It shows me things that I sometimes can't show myself. So now, to a few hours of reading, sitting outside and maybe phone calls I go. Im no ascetic, Im no hermit, I love people. Its just hard learning that sometimes I will be alone and will have no one to talk to, hang out with or be around. This seems to just be part of the inevitable transition between academia and the working world. Its unfortunate that it affords very little time for people to be together in organic unforced settings.

El sigh.

Vamos a las bicis!

There were these two moments today. One happened when I was standing between the wall of the waiting both and the yellow line at Seacacus and a non-passenger train whipped by me with what seemed like all the force in the world and almost lifted me up the ground to be carried along in its wake. That was simply magnificent.

And finally, I rode home from the Ramsey train station in this not quite rain, not quite snow percipitation that must of been sleet yet looked more like crystalline sugar that I, the hot knife, was cutting through on my bicycle. I was enveloped by that wet cold yet exhilirating blanket of effortlessly falling and melting white particles today. Simply beautiful.

I raise a glass to tomorrow!