Days off with blue skies, a new experience.   Wind so strong it takes your breath away.   Hair sticks to lips, and then to cheek and then to lips again.   Hats and mittens a must, keeping them on is a battle. Everything covered. Pressing on, pedal forward, feels like forever. Cheeks burn, eyes water and nose becomes an icicle of the iciest kind.   When you can see through the blonde candy-floss,  Spring is coming.