|Is that sky?|
But then, just last Wednesday, I saw this. Yep. See that vibrant, blue crack in the depressingly thick cloud layer? That's... the sky! Blue sky! On a morning ride!
I can't tell you how excited I was. I think I told everyone I know. "There was sky on the ride today. Actual, blue sky!
Twelve hours later, that crack had sealed up so tight I thought it would never open up again. Thursday, Friday and Saturday were awful. Thick, moist, rolling fog. Bone-chilling gusts off of the Pacific. General crappiness. The works.
Then yesterday happened. It was a beautiful day that started beautiful and stayed that way - a stark contrast to the previous night's frigid temperatures. I wasn't sure the weather would stick - it rarely seems to, any more - and prepared for the worst last night as I set my gear out for this morning's 50-mile cruise over the bridge and through Tiburon.
Much to my surprise, it did stick. And this morning was awesome.
|Free at last, free at last?|
The sun didn't peak over the horizon until I was already descending into Sausalito and by the time I got to Tiburon itself, it was shining low in the morning sky. Does this mean summer's almost over? Are we finally free of the fog?
A variety of songs tend to play in my head as I ride, but today, I could really only think of one: "Hey, It's The Sun!" by Polyphonic Spree. I don't even really like that song, but if that's what it takes to keep the gray away, I'll happily pay the price.