Saturn trine Sun. Burning hot and burning slow.

This morning I got up early, felt excited and donned the layers of ridiculous-looking clothing that only cyclists can get away with wearing. (I love the unspoken acceptance of the standard creativewear of the commuting cyclist: the tights under long shorts and maybe some bright socks worn over the bulging pant piece tucked in at the ankle. Tres Sexy. Secretly I like it, except my fashion sense was 'commuter cyclist' before becoming one, soo....)