a morning's moment

[tugrik]

4:45am, Interstate 5, southbound out of Sacramento. It's 37 degrees. At speed, the modern windchill charts say the air I'm slipping through is a mere 8 degrees Farenheit. It feels it.

Black-sky turns silver-grey, then reddish, then blue. As the Altamont pass lifts me from the valley floor, the warm sunrise shines on my back like a gentle push towards home.

Safe and sound after 6h:30m on two wheels. A cozy ride to see wonderful people and a day of 22 hours awake come to a close. Time to curl up in a ball and sleep.

Comments

[jumpyfox.livejournal.com]

It can get really interesting driving along Lake Erie. I mean I wonder if they called it Erie because it is eerie, no it's because of the indian name. Yeah, the clouds coming off of the lake can get truly bizzarre. They can get literally this shade of grayish black in the wintery evening and it really gives you this strange feeling of helplessness and bewilderment inside. It is very hard to watch those grayish black clouds billowing off the lake and hovering over your city, making their way toard you, and all you can feel is that in some way it is ending for you and everyone else as well. Really, I do miss the very odd lake effect weather that we got back home, but in away it was a big relief to come here to D.C. Sometimes the bad weather hits and it can get bad, but at least here, you never look on a radar map and see the bad weather localized over your community and feel like it is just you and the people you live with.