Opening Day - (8 March 2020) From yet another winter I emerge, albeit a bit older and always more worn. Today is spring forward one-hour. It's looking like an early spring too. Got out for my first ride of 2020. It was 60° and sunny. Even though we escaped winter relatively easy this year - it still felt really good to be mobile again! Generally I'll start and close the riding season on the Mighty ST - while the temperatures are cooler. In the heat of summer, the ST is a hot bitch. That's the time to alternate between cooler-running machines. Herb joined me for an afternoon jaunt around the countryside and into Ann Arbor for lunch and coffee. The authentic Mexican food hit the spot as we basked in the deceptively warm sun. But the cool breeze reminded me that it was still early in the year, while seated at an outdoor table situated along the sidewalk. Ann Arbor is like another world. An interesting place for people watching. It's a busy and artsy college town full of ethnic diversity. All walks of life passed by, stimulating my curious mind. Every kind of quaint cafe imaginable; any kind of food or drink you want; colorful murals occasionally splatter an alley wall. Parking can be challenging, but we squeezed the bikes down an alley and in-between some garbage cans before tucking them back into a cubby-hole. The scent of reefer lingered in the brisk air. Lunch was followed up with a steaming, potent cup of Lobster Butter Love at Roo's Roast. You know the barista has handed you a proper coffee when it has a frothy head. Bold coffee and deep conversation is the rule of the day when Herb and I are brain-storming. In-between stops we'd pick off some of the better local roads. Huron River Drive wound us through a hilly nature area with deer lingering just inside the woodline. A huge bald eagle flew past us at Barton Pond along Huron River Drive, after walking a wooded trail that delivered us to the water's edge. The ducks scattered in a hurry when that bird of prey swooped down low over an area where the ice had receded and the water was open and flowing. That night I dreamt that the same eagle had landed in my backyard while I observed him through the window. Upon waking, I'd also remembered that during the dream, my mind recalled seeing him during that days ride. We'll see what the year brings. I've many ideas floating around in my head. Life is changing fast. At 50, a familiar era is coming to a close. That is always bittersweet; children coming of age; dogs passing on; new realizations that nullify old beliefs; new aches and pains. At least I'm starting to feel a peace that I've never known before; one that only age and wisdom can afford. New beginnings are always presenting themselves; not superficially - but within. That is where the richness lies.