[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot
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The cyan hour
The first snow of the year deserves a special celebration. A bike ride with my old Specialissima has been a great choice. On the way back I had to ride in the dark, but I'm already used to it. The trick is all in not going fast and avoiding a painful slip on a slab of ice.
Wednesday, February 3, 2021
A privilege
In line with my early year's intentions, I am trying to keep my regular Wednesday morning ride, whatever the business load and schedule are. It's a privilege that I am making the use of, as a compensation of the extra hours worked in this moment of the year.

















