Almost Infinitely Transparent Blue
Aside from the sheer joy of being on a bike, today also provided added delights. I rode amid unseasonal warmth. And the skies were so azure I stole the title of a Ryu Murakami novel for the blog headline. Mrs. Kangaeroo worked a night shift and was knackered. I left her to sleep, went to physio and then a gentle ride under the pristine skies. Despite being deeply into winter and what is traditionally the coldest part of the year, I could wear shorts and was sweating by the time I finished the ride, aided in part by fierce headwinds and lack of fitness and strength after months out of…