Snow Tires

Snow Tires

 

I deliberate . . . Now?

Yes, there’s been snowfall already and icy patches camouflaged by piles of leaves.

But, now?

Murphy’s Law dictates that as soon as I put on the studded tires the temperatures warm up and I’m made a fool, jumping the gun.

It also means summer is over. Autumn too.

Did I do enough? Maybe there’s one more ride out there where I won’t freeze but can stop and enjoy the herons belly-high in the wetlands or the cranes screeching in the tall grass or the geese pooping next to the robot lawnmower at the Meridian Historic Village.

More time is what I wish for, one more week, a squeak, smidgen.

There’s no reasoning with weather. It comes on it’s on schedule. I leave the bike at the shop with my snow tires necklaced around the handlebars. Moving on, is what I tell myself.