Where for Art Thou, December?
" ...Step outside and take a breath of the morning And the wind will tell you which way to go You are the needle on the compass for certain The missing map has come back to your door Those wheels are turning once again... " (Beckley and Bunnell) I can't recall ever letting the wind determine, although if there is a problematic headwind, or conversely if i see the possibility of a problematic headwind later that could inform me i might need to shorten a ride. No chance of that today - it was pretty darn still Out There. A few creatures were stirring, whose path i followed by sound by sound rather than sight, as he descended along a roughly parallel path. If i didn't know it was December, i don't think i would have guessed it; a cloudless blue sky, glaring sun, and anything but cool temperature (even coyote was panting, even when heading "down" the road) seemed suggestive of an other season. Red? Red Hugh, is that you? If so, you're looking pretty hea...
