Frosted

Sometimes, just sometimes, a blue sky has to be celebrated in all its glory.

Certainly the clearest and possibly the coldest morning of the winter. All the fields in the valley were frosted in a sheath of white. It was a stunningly beautiful if rather chilly ride in to work. My ride back this evening was quite brisk. I can definitely feel some strength returning to the legs. I should celebrate that too. I'm now going to cook some food and try to eat before 11pm for once this week!