Snow fell delicately and randomly, like soap suds cast from a washing machine. Yet the sky was the pale blue of the Azurri. Sun streamed through the fence and scattered across the path. Bright flashes of reflected light twinkled as a bedroom window opened. Small flakes skied over my saddle and paraglided to the floor. Yet the sun still shone.
Strange weather conditions this morning, as blue skies, bright sun, a stiff eastern breeze and the lightest of snows combined. Just wish I could have ridden all day in it. A Brooks saddle incidentally, is the perfect ski slope for a diminutive snow flake.