Waiting for the Warmth

There is a specific kind of heartbreak that only happens in April. You look out the window in your office, you see the sun flooding through the window, and watch the trees finally starting to bud against a brilliant blue sky. It looks like the perfect spring day—until you step outside.

Today was one of those “false starts.” Even with the sun shining, the mercury hit a wall at 48 degrees. Without the wind, it’s peaceful, but that lingering winter chill is still sharp enough to bite through a light jacket.

Instead of fighting the cold for a long sunset ride, I’m calling it early. The plan is simple: a direct ride home, a warm dinner, and an early night. Sometimes, the best way to enjoy a beautiful but freezing day is from the comfort of your own bedroom with a book.

The Good News? Tomorrow.

If the forecast holds, tomorrow evening is going to be the “real deal.” I’m already planning to head straight from the office to Five Rivers. There’s something restorative about that transition from the workday to the wild. The plan is to lose track of time—hiking the trails, finding a quiet spot to read, and just hanging out until the sky turns orange.

We’re officially in that glorious stretch where the days are getting longer. We are so close to those effortless, “no-jacket-required” evenings. For tonight, I’ll settle for the view from my window, knowing that the ride I’m waiting for is just 24 hours away.