Dying sucks. It sucks most when it happens to nice people, early. But, when I die, I hope I have the balls to die like you -calmly, positively, in good spirits, caring, and at peace.
It doesn't look bad, but it was coming out of the trees in bundles. And anywhere above 500ft is going to still have the white junk on the roads. So I think I'll skip riding for now, and go find some coffee and a paper instead.