Finishing the last cup of coffee, and waiting for the temperature to rise above 32 degrees, I looked outside and wondered where I was. Inside my own house, looking out my own window, it was confusing.
When the thermometer read 32.5, the rolling investigation began.
It was familiar, but new. I was disoriented, but could somehow navigate the way.
I didn’t need to go far to see completely new places.
The record snowfall in these parts has caused problems. Many have been without power for days. We, fortunately, have maintained the comforts of our home. The old shed shown above, however, suffered a roof collapse.
This old foundation, though on one of my most traveled routes, never really stood out to me.
Riding today demonstrated how many new things can be seen when viewed from a fresh perspective.