laugh all you like

… but last week felt like winter enough to me. Certainly from the bike, listening to the trail crunch under skittering tires.

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Annadel on Sunday

The puddles were frozen over, crushed and crinkled and splintered into slivers and scalene shards. I followed the guys up the Two Quarry climb, through the chill of shaded hillsides and the fog of my own breath and into frosted clearings—glades? Can I say glades?—clear to me only in the slim crescents between the blur of my wind-tears and the glare of the sudden light. I love this place! I thought, and, I can’t feel my face!


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