It’s the end of the semester, and I’ve been burning the candle at about fifteen ends, so by the time this Friday rolled around I was tired, tired, tired. Nope, I didn’t feel like getting on my bike. I felt like getting in bed with cats and starting a new book, but I also knew that once I started pedaling, I’d be glad to be spinning around. And, of course, I was right. I wasn’t in the mood to think very much about traffic or asphalt, so I headed back to Druid Hill Park to push a hard gear as hard as I could for a few laps around the reservoir. The sun was already going down, as it does so early in the wintertime, and a giant moon was rising in the east. It was framed by spindly trees and dipping just into some wispy clouds; I tried to take a picture, but it’s the kind of thing you just have to see–yet another good reason to go ahead and just go on a bicycle ride. I snapped this picture of the sun going down because look at that sky! And that’s only a few of the colors that were there in real life. The sky was different on the second lap, and by the third the only lights reflecting were the ones of the street and the traffic. The rather chalky blue sky was turning indigo, and it was time to head back down the hill, up the hill, and down again to home for a snack, a shower, and an evening I’m most looking forward to. I’ll start the book tomorrow.