Thinking of my father, younger, on his bicycle in the early 1970's, and the recent trip to Rochester, Indiana with him, now nearly 93 years old. The sun in Indiana was hot and muggy, there were beautiful red cardinals in the backyard, where our rental car was parked, behind the fence with the irises and the neighbor's shed. Today my dad is in the hospital. Not the best way to spend the day but, hopefully, he'll ride out of there and go one for awhile longer enjoying the sunshine.