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Waited for an inevitable downpour today, which never came, and all for the better, because the drizzle, cold, autumnal, was a small wonder to bike with, something about the smoother roads, perpetual squinting and relaxing of the face, the face that accompanies each of us, everywhere.

A change came to me. Sometime during the first bike ride, in morning, biking back. It was subtle, like a passing thought, an everyday pause, but it was also noticeable, memorable to the point it is being written about now. It was a change that did no harm, and perhaps will do good. A change of frame, a change in the heart, like touching the page and thinking of the next.

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