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!