Another weekend trip to the mountains with cyclists and friends. Here the last days of the 1399 year are dying off slowly and in about another month and a half, we will enter the year 1400 AH.
Winter is the last season of the year for us and the new year in Iran begins with spring. I do not like winter very much, because it puts nature to dead and motionless sleep.
Trees are like withered trunks, the river is like a stream of low & brown water, and the earth is like a frozen, dry, waiting entity.
Our city, with a mild climate in northern Iran, has relatively pleasant weather these days, and even in winter, the weather is not so cold. We rarely see frost at night, but from time to time fog comes down from the mountain.
On a pleasant morning bike ride, we took the main road to the mountain countryside. The way to go was uphill and the way back was downhill.
We had breakfast in the café on the way. While paying for the tea, we noticed that the owner of the café was getting more money than he should.
I thought to myself: This winter has put its foot on everyone's throat. They even bargain for tea money.
I want to escape from everyday conflicts, at least for an hour. So I left the café and go to the river bank. I told to myself: When will this winter end ?!
We had fun too, I saw my friends putting on music and dance. A way of copping I suppose, which is adequate at best but not entirely useless. I admire them trying to keep their spirits up. Something I'm trying to do too by riding in nature, mountains … JUST SURVIVING THE WINTER …
