Took the GT out on the Minuteman as far as the Bedford Street crossing. It was a cold, gray day, and Sam was looking decidedly down in the mouth. I told him things would improve. "I've heard that before," he growled. "Well, cheer up anyway," I said, and rode off up the trail.
The Mile 4.0 Cairn Builders continue to evolve. In my opinion, they've now discovered Apache Dancing, but perhaps they've independently evolved Muppets, instead. Or maybe, both.
Just when I'd convinced myself there was no sunset to speak of today, I found one on Taylor Lane, along with one of the placid Taylor Lane horses, caparisoned against the cold.
I waved to the horse, turned on my headlights, and chased them through the cold and dark back home to East Arlington.
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