friends, old and new
winter moonscape singletrack
wind blastin’ through our layers
trail depression is filled with snow
in some places, and others not
knobs sometimes gripping flakes
face is numb, jaw frozen enough
that speech seems to slow
but my hands are warm
why not ride when it’s cold
less people, less traffic
more quiet, more solitude
distance, time, “clean”ing do not matter
when you are soul riding, seeking oneness
with bike, trail, body, mind, spirit
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