On any day's bike ride, give me the icy teeth of a cool morning digging into skin over the wet, doggy breath of a summer morning.
Alligator goosebumps on the spine. Man oh man. Boy oh boy. Everything's fine.
(Photo above, of an abandoned tie-died pillow, is only related to the text above in that it was taken on a morning ride. It was hot, I think. The visual may have been a brief respite from the sweaty misery of a Wisconsin August. That was earlier this week, so the facts may be exaggerated.)
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