feeling petulant tonight. it was a glorious beautiful friday and warm, perfect warm. i've been fighting the wind since i started riding to work again, and heading home in the warmth and sunlight it felt like swimming, pedaling in an easy rhythm among the cars.

but when i got home i couldn't muster any expedition party to head out, and i'm in the wrong mood to go out alone, so instead of enjoying the glorious spring-summer-y evening i'm sulking in front of the computer.

there will be other nights.

tuesday evening turned to a horrible cold dripping rain, and i slogged homewards leaning down so the drips from my helmet wouldn't go in my mouth, creeping slowly afraid of skidding, afraid of cars not looking out. when i came around to the manhattan bridge i saw great cranes lowering big lighting rigs, and those rental movie trailers parked everywhere. they had closed off one short narrow alley in chinatown to film, and the closely-packed building were strung from bottom to top with red globe lanterns, bridging the alley and all lit up and glowing against the misty grey sky. it was one of those outlandishly beautiful new york moments. they had the same setup still today, but it wasn't as magical in the sunny afternoon.

i only hate riding in the rain because it's excessively dangerous. there's something wonderful about getting 100% soaked and filthy to the point where you can't even worry about it anymore, and you stop wishing things were slightly different and instead see things that are really there and accept and enjoy them.