30 Days of Biking, Day 12
A war is being waged in the woods, and Spring is winning. Its honeysuckle army has taken over. The soldiers stand in gauntlets along the trail, their limbs slapping me as I pass. “Are you ready?” they taunt. “Summer is coming. Can you take the heat?”
The battlefield smells cloying, heavy, sweet. It holds secrets and surprises around every turn.