Cold- So cold I feel it slapping my face and bellowing my ears Drops of rain,
wind shaken,
fall from the trees-
splattering Slightly startling, as though an unwanted guest of some sort Invades our solitude with nature. The leaves, rain drenched,
ceding their last
crunch underneath
the tires of our bicycles. Autumn colors fill my vision- pleasing- numbing me to the cold, wet, windy misery Of Southern Michigan in October.
We push ahead,
Marty and me, with a thrust of speed. (It's a guy thing) | `til my lungs are about to burst. A ray of sunshine breaking through the storm-threatening clouds,
beaming
into the corridor of red, orange, yellow, purple, trees beckons us to stop
Catching our breaths,
waiting for the girls, we bask in the warm sun.
I pour steaming,
hot cider from the thermos
Sweet,
cinnamon, apple, Vapors rush my nostrils.
Marty's face,
his eyes shining through the fog from his cup, says he's happy, |
