weekend bliss

A grey fall morning beckoned me outside and I came grudgingly. To coffee, a pumpkin muffin, and finally, not yet ready to call it coffee-shop quits, a mug of peppermint tea. Because once I made it outside, through the laborious process of choosing the pants and shirt and socks and then making them fit over my body, once I put the helmet on my head and pedaled up the hill streets to this place, I discovered I quite like this grey fall morning. And I thank it for beckoning so strongly.