Today reached 68 degrees and Bob was desperate to get out of the house so we used our ‘essential’ recreational time to take our electric bikes for a spin.
We headed for the Green River Trail and it was perfect. I hit the pedals and laughed out loud as I soared effortlessly down the path.
All was green and chartreuse and budding or blooming, and birds were out and about.
The Mountain was out too, a beacon in the distance;
and for a few hours today all seemed right with the world.