A couple of weeks ago I wrote a post and haven’t since. Things have happened in the time in between, but I haven’t felt compelled to document them. Nor have I been inspired to retell older stories from my past that come to mind every now and again. I’m no more busy than I was when I wrote my earlier posts either.
A certain distance is required between day to day events and writing a story. Lately I’ve been too involved in living out those stories instead of remembering them. Mundane as they may be, those stories are what make up my life. A few of them end up in these pages. I have a few ideas queued up, reflections on switching to tubular tires on my road bike, the first group rides of Spring, upcoming travel. I will get to them soon. It’s not a requirement that I seek out amazing experiences in order to have something to write about. More a desire to find the right angle to let the most interesting, even beautiful, parts of what I’m already doing shine through.
Last week’s storms rolled through the area and made a mess of things for a few days. The rain broke around dusk leaving the air wet with mist and the sun quickly fading. Light that had been blocked by clouds since morning hit water droplets at just the right angle to project the visible spectrum on the sky. Twice actually. Sometimes if the most interesting thing to happen all day is a double rainbow arcing from horizon to horizon, at least be glad you saw it.