The forecast called for 3 intense storms, thanks to remnants of a typhoon. So I scrambled to get the lawn mowed as the sky started to gather a spotty appearance.
As I was putting the lawnmower away, the sky grew dark and heavy.
And then I had to make a decision. I knew the storms were on the way, but did I want to get one more bike ride in or tackle the disgustingly messy interior of the truck?
I chose the truck.
It had been way too long. I even found a container of leather wipes, probably purchased around 5 years ago. #winning
So while I vacuumed and worked away, the sky finally darkened enough to the point that a bike ride was a total, definite no go.
Can’t have it all I guess.
So as I was pondering what I could share tonight, I found these golden hour photos from one recent bike ride, and knew, that’s what I needed to celebrate, with the recent departure of our sunshine.
It never fails. I always feel a little spoiled when I hit the trails.
It’s like, I’ve been on them a million times before. Over and over. But they always look different. Especially at different times of day.
They are always welcoming, as if ready to pull me in for another quiet conversation of nothingness.
The highlights the selective sunlight captured reminded me of an oil painting. How does the artist just know where to place all those layers up on layers of perfect tones?
Seriously… what an artist.
As I sit, finishing up this post, I can hear the rain fall heavily on the patio roof. It’s a sound of comfort. Especially knowing that lawn got mowed!
Read more of my bike ride adventures HERE