The sky was bruised ahead with a passing thunderstorm. My favourite moment was riding past a murmuration of starlings as they came to ground like a massive jelly fish after another day on their long migration south.
Back in Elora, I made my way through town and back home. It was only a half an hour ride, but it's another one to put in the memory bank for those frozen January days when the possibility of riding seems as remote as walking on the moon.
