Today I commuted by bicycle, second time this week. Now going uphill is easier, I guess the exercise helps, even though the commute time is more or less constant.
One sees all kinds of styles of riding a bicycle. The best so far was a guy riding no handed on a bicycle, using his mobile phone two-handed, apparently sending a text message or writing an e-mail message. No helmet of course.
I took a walk after dinner, going to a nearby pond to look at signs of spring. And there are quite a lot of those.
Also, we are getting some rain during the night, which should help with the air quality. There has been a lot of birch pollen in the air, and it doesn't feel so good breathing that stuff in.
(Posting title is from the poem Secret Life by Li-Young Lee.)
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