Moisture in the air, windows cloudy, skin damp. The morning sun poking its way through droplet paths as they slide down. 5:30 AM never looked so appealing. Eyes stinging from the distortion of time. We wipe ourselves down and make a plan for the day ahead. The choices for today, Coast or Lake?
It’s a Sunday morning. Everyone reading this knows exactly what that means. Movement and effort today just like every Sunday should be left bare minimum. I say should as today was an exception. Today it changed.