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  • Today was the last bike ride home from work for a week. Friday night, all work is done, and next week, we’re on vacation, on a sunburned island.

    I hadn’t packed anything yet, so I was in a hurry home after work. We had to pick upp the kid, the dog, get food, do all packing, clean the apartment, play with the kid, pack the dogs and the cats stuff and drive them to a friend, get the kid to bed and all the things you do.

    The bike ride usually takes half an hour. But not today. The cold had taken a grip of the city since last night, and all the rain from yesterday had frozen solid. During the time all the water on the road froze to ice, the slush that comes before the ice had created a mold for footprints of animals, bicycles, people and trolleys. The snow was falling since tha last few hours, but was constantly blown away by strong, cold gusts. It only stayed in place within the boundries of the frozen footprints.

    The winds were so strong it took me and my bike sliding sideways a couple of times. I had forgotten my helmet today of all days, so I had to focus all I could to keep the balance. It took more than an hour to get home.

    I’m looking forward to going somwhere else tomorrow morning.
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