This morning the mist was a gentle sheet, covering the neighborhod. It seemed to muffle the normal street sounds. My daughter and I rode the bike to work quietly, each in our own thoughts. I enjoyed the sensation of tiny water droplets on my face as my bike glided in near silence. My daughter was quiet, too: pensive, meditative.
I think its partly a fall thing. The extroversion of summer is over.
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