It was one of those perfect days on the bike: I felt great, and the day was bright and crisp.
Not long after starting out, I was stopped at the light at Armitage and Western when I felt someone ride up behind me. I turned, smiled, and we simultaneously said, “Good morning.”
Me: “What a great day for a ride, huh?”
Her: “No kidding. I forgot my sunglasses and my eyes have been watering. They’re like tears of joy today.”
I rode off smiling like crazy.
Tears of joy indeed.