I had a ton of work to do today, but I could see the slightly warmer air from my desk, and I just wanted to ride my bicycle–grrrrr, work. After finishing up what absolutely had to be finished up, I took the bike out for a ride. I was in the mood to listen to music while I pedaled, so I headed downtown to pick up the Gwynns Falls Trail where I could spin without watching for cars. It was sunny, I had my tights pushed up and my skirt waving, and I felt like myself. I passed homes people have built back near the water, the garbage plant, the endless coils of power plant, and then it was time to take a right on that road that follows the railroad tracks. I snapped this picture waiting for the light rail train to zoom past, and then I was on my way, getting passed by trains before taking a left–oh that’s where Cherry Hill is–around Middle Branch Park, past its marina, and on to the trailhead at Hanover Street. I turned around and headed straight home feeling just the right kind of worn out and thinking about spring, summer, and fall. Oh, I can’t wait.
Feeling the wind on my face with that one! thanks