the sound of crunching snow, and seeing it fly off the front tire, a slushy projectile
the warm sunshine, big ball of life-giving energy
coming down the trail in nature’s own sepia tone, a few blasts of autumnal color
sadness when an injured being crossed the path, wing not working, likely will pass on its energy to another being
stop and say hello to mother nature
i dream of having hair like that, the sight putting a big smile on my face
happy to be out there, and not see another person along the way!