As usual, I am behind in thinking about something to write and then actually writing about what I thought. I am sure that makes no sense. In hindsight, I thought about the bike ride on Saturday. It was 60 miles in the cold and in the hills. The conditions were not the best but they were what they were and we just dealt with it. What struck me as an afterthought was how wonderful the morning was. Despite the conditions, it was one of the most enjoyable rides that I have had. The scenery was beautiful, and it was so quiet. I was taken with how fortunate I was to be out there. Not many people get to see the Texas countryside like this. I do not want to make it sound like it was a ride in the country, it was also a hard ride. I was riding with friends that I will treasure and remember all my life. We rode hard and pushed each other. Someone was always out front picking up the pace. All of these things made for one of those mornings that you end up using as a benchmark for a great day.
The articulate writer would assemble appropriate words to describe being blessed and fortunate, he would talk about the beauty of Texas and would probably write poetic words about valued friendships. All I can come up with is, "This was a great day!"
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