The wind whizzes past my cycling helmet on the way home from the gym. Two Angelus bells ring- one lower, one higher, out of synch, from the convents on opposite sides of the road. It is a comforting sound.
In a few months it will be dark at this time, and my sunglasses (hardly necessary today with the burgeoning cloud) will be replaced by flashing bike lights.
For now, my socks are rolled down, leaving a strip of bare ankle between my leggings and my trainers. The cool breeze on these few inches of skin is the best that summer has to offer me today, and that’s OK.