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