Woodstock take#2

This morning it all looked different again, like it does every day. Every morning, as I wake, I rush to the window. Every single day is beautiful and different.

Every day I still pinch myself at the fact of my new life in this incredible and diverse city.

I'm sitting in a favourite coffee shop (Coffee Zone is a crap name, but this is the hipster-free one) quaffing an awesome cappuccino and waiting for my afternoon breakfast.

I can feel the exhaustion in my bones and muscles and tendons from my daily exercise regime: the cycling is very good for me, my body is trim and toned. But every now and then my body says, "Enough, I'm tired." And my backside grimaces every time I hit the saddle.

I'm actually ecstatic, much to my surprise, to be without a car. It's good for me, it's good.for my city, it's good for the environment. And as I've said before, the city is being exposed to me in the most unexpected ways.

I took that pic this morning while my coffee was brewing.