So the snow is leaving. Roads are clear, but the bay and rivers are still
ice-bound. I decide to dust-off my bicycle and shake out the winter cobwebs.
50 degrees out, slight breeze, sunny. I drag the bike up out of the
basement, puffing a little. I pump up the tires, puffing a bit harder. I
make a loop around town, a mile and half door to door.

I thought I was gonna die.

Hello, spring. Good to see you again.