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50°F, Overcast, and Windy

I was out on a bike ride with some friends yesterday and couldn't help but notice the weather. Just warm enough to have a light sweatshirt on with a bit of wind and a cloudy sky. There is something special to me about this kind of weather. I was asked if it was because it reminded me of being outside as a child, but that alone doesn't quite capture it. It's more the transitional feeling of going from something social and fun to finally splitting up for the day and heading home. Right between the two. You know the end is near and you can feel those around you anxious to get ready to leave, but you just want to stay out a bit longer. Oddly perfect for our the events of the afternoon, though I wouldn't apply my description to the dynamic of our group. But that is what it reminds me of. A sense of longing. For the people, for the event, for a sense of normal in a busy or lonely schedule. I'm likely projecting a bit, specifically from the past, but I suppose that's the point. If I were more skilled, I might write a poem to describe the feeling, but I'm no poet. Maybe when I have a bit more free-time. Or, more likely, retired.

Group photo of my friends and our bicycles on the steps in front of the GM RenCen by the Detroit River.
My friends and I outside the GM RenCen by the Detroit River.

Side note: I've discovered how to type symbols and special characters on Mac, so I can type Ángel's name correctly now without having to copy and paste characters. Exciting stuff.

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