Fugue

Watching wolves leap through snow is so soothing when one has had a very bad day. They look to me a bit like this scarf; a lot of pale sunlight filtering through a white landscape. Not the same thing, obviously, since this was shot in interior light, but there's something about the color and pattern of this scarf that really does it for me. Evocative.

Some days I wish I could suddenly be riding in wilderness instead of on these streets. The jarring, rutted streets.

I cycled by a howling bloodhound standing at a corner yesterday, waiting (with its person) for the light to change so they could cross. I smiled and smiled at the pooch, and said hello to it, and the owner smiled back as I passed them. His voice was so plaintive and sweet. So out of place.

I had a fight today, with a stranger. I had an argument instead of a planned lovely encounter. I had a big fast ride that I hadn't planned on (but which I enjoyed). It was sunny, and still it was a terrible day.

I had enough to eat. I had water with me, and plenty of warm clothing, so it's not like those more desperate bases weren't covered. But you know, an emotionally bad day can still suck the beejezus out of you.

Kitwich is watching the howling wolves with focused attention.