After

Maybe it's the weather sneaking out of the 40s that has me more comfortable but all the time in the saddle is starting to mean something, more. Taking the gloves off to adjust the din and feel fresh air has me looking closer. Mentally making my list of rides I wanna do isn't easy when the question marks outnumber the periods. I am reluctant to call it spring right now, I think it's more after the hear of winter than Spring or even really Mud Season. It's just after, not even before Spring, just After.