I’ve been enjoying longer rides through the frigid airs of winter. People run just a little bit slower, and pockets of sunshine feel especially welcoming to those lucky enough to receive it. Streets are quieter, and shops cozier; there’s no greater feeling than shedding layers beneath the heater.
I’ve always felt comfortable riding in the city. I learned to ride a bike in college, but I never felt uneased in large crowds and heavy traffic. Perhaps it was the sense of exhilaration; of breaking away from earthly tethers. The control of private transport, with the freedoms of open air and loose traffic laws.