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  • This morning, I dragged my bicycle out of the garden shed for my first cycle ride to work of the new year.

    There was a heavy white frost on the ground and a sharp chill in the air.

    Surprisingly, the tires were fully inflated and the batteries for my lights well charged.

    I bungee-corded my lunch box onto the back, donned a thick coat, gloves and a woolly hat, and strapped on my helmet.

    Then I was away, free-wheeling down the hill to the junction of Melrose Avenue and Midland Avenue, across Olive and into Heman Park.

    It was cold.

    Worth it, though, to see the rising sun through the bare branches.

    I love moments like this.
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