Half

Strange Monday morning. The silly question is, to read or not to read. Reading Banville at this point reminds me of a stretch yesterday when the rain was heavy, steady and by then, sweet. It beckoned you to race ahead at break-neck speed and just pause to stay completely still at the same time. This is one of those books that unfolds as we unfold. A companion.

When I took this shot in the morning, it looked absurd, and now it looks even more so. But this will do for now. A strange inertia pervades the day, despite whatever work there is.



Yesterday's shot represents my early morning ride in more ways than one. An obvious choice for blip hadn't the competition been running. Might as well put my best foot forward and replace it with the alternate. Any suggestions?