I still feel numb from this morning's ride from Hanover, NH. Just too much blurry rain and seeping fog to keep me focussed.
The high point of the ride came somewhere on 89 about 40 minutes South of Hanover in the form of the most gorgeous ice falls along the side of the road. Pastel blues and greens and the palest yellows. I have no idea what colors ice in this way, but we should find a way to put it on the market and tap into its consumer potential. Just heavenly.
biggest kiss...
...kristen