Today’s bike ride took be down to the Bywater for lunch with J. The sun was out, I was in short sleeves, that asphalt on Camp in the CBD is still like butter, and I felt lucky to be here now as I zipped along. By the time we were done the clouds were rolling in and I got to ride around in a whole different kind of day, this one darker and cooler. I pedaled up Chartres and over the sharrows before taking a left on Mazant toward the Upper Ninth Ward. I rode around that neighborhood, up and down the streets, doing laps, struck, as always, how different it is over here on the flood side of St. Claude. So many homes are still boarded up, burned out, or just the frames. Others are rebuilt and brightly painted with their plants wrapped in sheets against this latest cold snap. I took this picture of just the tippy top of a house left on the ground at Gallier and Law, surrounded by the scraps of the rest of it. But do you see the houses behind it, off in the background, all colorful? This isn’t the burned out edge of some abandoned town. This is a neighborhood. It’s hard work living some places. My ride finally took me over to St. Ferdinand and Roman where a fire in an abandoned warehouse killed eight young people just a few nights ago. Eight people. Who were burning things inside to try to stay warm. After a couple more stops I headed home, to what seems like an entirely different planet only five miles away. We still have a lot of work to do to figure out how to live together, with each other.