I got up at 6:30am. I put my bike on the car. I drove to a carpark. The temperature was below zero as I left the car and began the rest of the journey to work. I would love to say how beautiful it was. I would love to write about the colours in the sky as the sun rose. I would love to have meditated on the white frost and the still clear pool of the lough. I did think of these things briefly (5, maybe 10 seconds), but then I mostly thought of how insanely cold I felt. For the whole 40 minutes my hands were completely numb.