A Primate's Uncle

In this case, the primate was Kurt Vonnegut, and he would recount how his uncle bemoaned that people often failed to appreciate the simply, even if not exceptionally, pleasant moments in life. The uncle would try to amend for his species' failing by taking the time to notice, "If this isn't nice, I don't know what is." 

And so, in honor of Kurt's uncle, I want to acknowledge how lovely a ride home from Bike Lab I enjoyed on Saturday afternoon. I rode the rail trail until it's eastern end of pavement, which took me through Lawrence Swamp, where the nearly setting sun cast dappled light through the wetland tolerant trees.

I knew it was nice.