If your first thought was that the title of this post is a quirky metaphor, well, I will have to say it’s not. At the time of this writing a purple hammerhead shark is wearing a white cape sewn with green thread and there is also a lollipop plate on the mantle.
The morning was good. I got some early writing done and contemplated snowshoeing with the boys. Well, it so happens that sleeping five-year-olds are too cute to wake up. And quiet, which is always a bonus in the land of permanent bounciness. So the mountains have to take a rain cheque on us although their whipped cream beauty was more alluring than ever. But the boys wanted to see the river. True river rats never betray the banks on the first true warm spring day.
I love sunny mornings. More so when the day comes with a race. Which is why I loved this Sunday morning. I woke up at 8, stretched and pretended not to be anxious. I read a couple of books with my little guy and I have to admit that my mind was already on the race track and there was nothing I could do to stop it. A bowl of oatmeal, a cup of coffee and I was good to go. Hugged my boys and then a leisure morning ride took me to the very place. Lots of people, lots of sunshine splashed on the sidewalks and all over people’s faces, and all that race rush I came to love.