It Was, It Really Was

It was boss, amazing, awesome, terrific, fantastic, bitchin'. It was rad. It was a flash of silver across the surface of swift water and a golden glow settled upon the surface of calm ponds. It was a moon, nearly full, engorged on winter and spring rains rising behind me, while the cloud-draped sun sank low in front. It was a persistent chill to the air, not to be chased away by the uphill grind. It was changing glasses when the sky grew darker. It was solitude before a company of birdsong. It was swarms of gnats rising and falling in the current of air and, yuck, smeared down front when I tried to brush them off.

It was the first post-work evening ride of the season, and looking forward to all those still to come over the next half year.