Sunday, March 23, 2014
Usually if there is any wind, it is at my back on the way to HPAC. On this beautiful spring day, I entered the path along the river and felt more resistance than I had been expecting. There were no leaves to tell me why, not yet. It wasn't until half-way through my ride that a caution tape on a wire confirmed my suspicion: that the wind was against me, and heavily. People going in the opposite direction seemed to be living the good life, and for no apparent reason. Such an invisible force, that challenging wind. Did it make it any easier knowing that it was hard?