Winter came this morning. Something about how the air smells, I feel like you just know it’s time. This morning my bike ride smelled like Manistee, Michigan in the dead of December. Paved roads, gray sky, and everything smells cold.
In Chicago and Bloomington, I don’t spend much time outdoors during the colder months. We huddle together with tea and music and hide until the sun comes back in the spring. But here in Denmark, biking in the winter has forced me to spend exorbitant amounts of time outdoors. In the cold.
I have a new appreciation for the narrow bodies of water by my apartment. Today and yesterday I’ve been biking like mad through the cold. My reasoning for this winter biking is that I’d rather be pumping my legs in the cold and getting there a bit faster than standing still and waiting for a bus in the cold. Due to my increased outdoor activity, I’ve started taking new paths. My favorite route is a narrow bike path near “the lakes.”
The Danes really treasure these tiny retention ponds. In the summertime they sort of smell and there are lots of bugs around them and trash floating in them. I wasn’t impressed last August.
Now it’s November, and the cold mornings brings bundled runners and feeding swans. This morning, the first morning of winter to me, the lakes offered a certain type of beauty.