The Frozen West

After a week and a half of reading and pondering, my final essay is coming together. Sitting at a cozy tea shop, I wrote with the fires of creativity, an elusive thing to be sure. All of that thermal energy was put out when I got on the bike and rode home.

The weather, rainy, is astonishingly cold and I expect tomorrow to reveal a frozen town. Should I risk sliding and crashing by riding the bike, or get up a half hour early to thaw out the truck? I hope my prediction doesn't come true, because either way, tomorrow threatens to be a challenge.