Thursday, October 14, 2010
I had a beautiful bike ride into work today. The weather was great; crisp and clear. The sun was rising and the sky was a mix of black, blue, and pink. I really must bring my camera in on my rides before the weather turns bad. I particularly want to get a picture of the Fremont Bridge when there's fog out. The bridge, complete with it's reflection in the water, forms what looks like a giant eye watching the city. Really beautiful.
So where's the ambiguity? I realized then, on my bike ride, that this was the best my day was going to get. Should I feel bummed that I reached the high point of my day at 7:00 am or should I be thankful that the high point was so excellent?