8 miles in Folsom
Monday, October 24th
I felt like a bike ride, but not much of a ride. So I wandered around Folsom, letting circumstance and coffee guide me.
And today, for some reason, I was listening more than looking.
Autumn leaves whisper
Bullfrog braking, drive chain sings
Sharrows bump and thump
Squeaking rumble bridge crossing
Happy children play
Oh, balderdash. This is more my speed
The girl on the trike declined to go hike
choosing rather to roll on her bike.
She plowed through some leaves
with unholy glee
avoiding the dam and the dike
That's enough of that.