Columbus day weekend

Sunday afternoon was spent cycling through suburbs with a friend. She called up to ask if I was free for a wee cycle. Three hours later...

it was truly lovely though. We cycled through suburbs on wide open roads flanked by quaint houses with mail boxes and the occasional over enthusiastic halloween decoration.
And there were the trees.

It's been uncharacteristically warm for this time of year so they're taking they're time to turn. But every so often, in the tunnels of green with blue blue peaking through, fiery red or orange or gold would flash. Birds were singing, the sun was shining. It was idyllic.

Taking advantage of the weather we headed all the way up to the north shore, over highways (which freaked me out a little) through long winding country roads following the smell of the sea till the trees passed and a painting unraveled in front of us.

Along the left; a mirror bay with jetties and sailboats. Along the right; a white pebble beach with blue clear sea.

Beautiful.

And peaceful. I guess partly cos everyone's gone pumpkin and apple picking or upstate for the holiday weekend, but the place was surprisingly empty for such a gorgeous day, and I certainly wasn't complaining.

It was a lovely way to relax after the usual organised mayhem of sunday mornings.

Monday morning I went into the city, prepped and ready to hit a couple of exhibitions at the Met.

I got there, followed my google map instructions... somebodies moved it. Foul play is the only explanation. Needless to say I was a bit bummed but spending time in the city was hardly a hardship; walking, watching and maybe even a little shopping.

Time to reflect on absolutely nothing, and everything. Time to be entertained on trains; overheard conversations of a girls opinionated tales of trips to Scotland (it made me giggle – you never know who you're sitting next to) on the way there; then the chosen audience for two old drunk men (one fell asleep, the other - “Michael! Michael! Are y' tired? Michael!” - I tried not to giggle - “wake up! Are y' tired?... I think he's tired.”)

and then home.

beautiful.