East River in the Morning

Back in the days when I used to ride recreationally, 19 degrees meant DON'T GO BIKING.  DO SOMETHING ELSE.  Go hiking, maybe.  Or stay inside and read a book.

Now that I'm commuting the work by bike and by train, 19 degrees means DRESS WARMER.

That said, biking used to mean getting up on a Sunday morning, riding 20 or 30 miles, grabbing a bite at a deli, and then riding back home.  Going out for several hours poses different challenges in terms of staying warm than a fifteen-minute ride to the train station.

Still, it was cold. But also, it was nice to be out, watching the sky get brighter as I rode south beside the East River.