Skulls.

Skull. What a cool word.

Bold bone mass, light as a feather, strong as steel.

Still a little creepy to imagine what happened to the beast beneath.

Weird, too, that your humble blogging cyclist here would have come across a horse head on his velo ventures.

Weirder still he would have donned the skull, like a Halloween mask, and then asked his wife to snap a pic for the blog.

This is what we do on snowy days in Minnesota, when the roads are impassable, and the bikes are on their stands, in the very chilly, unattached garage.

We dream of skulls.