As always, getting into motion felt terrific. Even on a humid day, the rush of wind against skin refreshes. The birds sang. A mile down the road, as the sun began peeking out, my soul sang too. I took a left onto 122, marveling at the clarity of the air that made distant barns look like nearby toys. The vivid living myriad shades of green delight the eye. A cyclical column of buzzards rode a thermal.
Then, the sun went out, and so did much of the fun. So, I took the early turnoff on Sedalia School Road -- and to my worried eyes, the clouds seemed to be visibly descending down the slopes of White Oak Ridge. Once I crested Gunstock Creek Road, they'd paused their advance for the moment, so I went all the way to Overstock Creek Road, and then home.
Dad had a great time today playing with his new toy, a scraper blade. His driveway, and the ascent to the Hawk's Nest Cabin, both look so much better.