Sheep

Sunday I went on a pretty good ride north of Princeton, into what are called the Sourlands. I love getting away on the bike, especially after a crazy weekend like this one. You can just escape everything and enjoy the scenery or battle up hills, where the only thoughts on your mind are: "where the ^$&^% is the top" and "just keep spinning the legs one peddle stroke at a time". I thought it might rain on me, which was ok (not that the thin tires on road bikes provide much traction), accept for I had brought along my iPod, but luckily I was spared from any serious inclement weather. Along the way I saw a bunch of different animals, including a herd of deer (yeah, herd), several squirrels, which decided to dart out of the woods right in front of my bike (with noone or thing within sight other than me), and some sheep. The sheep were really cool, especially cause there were several baby sheep, lambs I guess we call them, following around what were presumably their moms. For some reason the lambs made me really happy. I don't know if it was because they were just sort of cute, or if it seemed to indicate the inevitable arrival of Spring, or if it was some deep yearning for pastoral simplicity buried deep in my soul. Maybe it was just pretty, I dunno, and then this morning, I saw a couple turtles chilling on a log in this creek I pass on the way to work. They were just sitting there (I guess turtles don't do much else -- even if they were moving, you would have to watch them for a while to notice) in the morning sun, the water around them kind of glistening. This was pretty cool too, accept for the fact that it was Monday and I was driving to work, where I would be trapped inside all day on this sunny day, not to mention that I worked all weekend. Oh well, make the best of it, I suppose.

Tomorrow my new running shoes should arrive. I'm very excited, as I am convinced my current pair has lost a considerable amount of cushioning. I have the image of running on clouds tomorrow (in the pitch black, likely, but hopefully not in the rainy pitch black).

Listening to: Grace is Gone by David J. Matthews