With only mildly sincere apologies to perhaps the ultimate bogan band, Cold Chisel, this morning’s rising sun just stole my heart away.
Although Jimmy Barnes and the Chisels had their girl stolen, I had mistakenly believed it was their heart.
But the title was too good to throw away, so I had to tie them into this in some way.
It’s been a somewhat lousy week, mainly because I have been flat out and it has stopped me from riding regularly.
Mrs. Kangaeroo was on night shift last night.
As always when alone, sleep didn’t come easily.
I got to crunch out a decent chunk of the work that needs to be done, though, so insomnia was a nice silver lining.
With drizzle on Monday and oversleeping through my alarm yesterday, today was the first time I had been able to head out in the morning with anything like resemblance to my normal pattern.
It’s a little chilly, but this week has become noticeably lighter.
I was still using a 2,000 lumens light to see my way for 3/4 of my morning ride just last week.
Now, I can basically turn off the light at about the halfway point of the ride.
It’s still murky, especially on days like today when the clouds are out, but it is nicer and much more accommodating for cycling to be able to do it in the light.
And it was those clouds that joined the rising sun to put on an absolutely magnificent light show this morning.
The beautiful sky came totally out of the blue as there had been no indications earlier that it would be so sensational.
But as my time cycling along the Tama River drew to a close, I was greeted with a huge yellow disc emerging over the horizon.
Many of the other cycling road users were gasping in awe at the sight.
It was a wonderful chance to actually greet some people as we shared the wonderful moment.
I felt really blessed.
And then, just as quickly as the sun had put on its show, it had risen to a height where the clouds obscured it once again.
And it was back to reality and normality.
