Snow covered the ground. Freezing winds cut my face. I stooped lower on my bike protecting my eyes-the only thing exposed on my face. The balaclava kept me warm. Whistling winds whipped around me howling over the dark-grey skies. Lonely trees in the distance echoed winter’s presence. Slowly riding by, I could see the oncoming frost and cold blast. Battling the frigid cold my thoughts raced to a crackling fire in the living room fireplace. Back to reality, in spite of the onslaught of gusts, flurries, and cold, I pressed-on to my destination enjoying the otherwise silence that only snow can bring.
Merry Winter!
Sam
