breathless remembrance

yesterday i went for a ride for the first time in six days, it being also the second week of my desertion of the granny gear, in the rain, which had paused for brief hours before i departed, only to resume five minutes into my ride, and to really kick in hard during my first little ascent, to the point where i had high-velocity raindrops and possibly small hailstones delivered horizontally straight into my ears the entire several minutes of my climb up to ralston trail, during which i could see nothing because my glasses were so wet, but taking them off would invite worse blindness due to glare and the impact of high-velocity raindrops directly upon my eyeballs, these raindrops and possible hailstones which managed to soak me quite thoroughly chilled me to the bone by the time i reached the top, the entire climb during which i resolved to turn around at the top and go home, but of course, when i reached the top, soaked, cold, and blind, the rain stopped so i proceeded on the descent which chilled me further, and at the bottom of ralston trail i decided to go home, at which point the rain resumed and i got more wet and more cold and thought up the ride summary which i posted elsewhere the moment i arrived home, though my thumbs were painfully swollen and frozen:

happy by way of cold by way of wet.