It's back

the weather that had the mud frozen yesterday on my little poach of some singletrack turned into full on winter last night. an inch or two of fresh, singlespeed cross got me in easily. I even saw some tracks going off into the field of a rabbit, then a fox. I'd stopped to adjust the pod and looked to see two sets of tracks over the fresh snow, not sure who was first. I'm waiting for the squirrels to start, i wonder if they talk to the octopus that colors the sky early in the day. they may debate over who does more work, the octopus who gives the sky it's early morning inky glow or the squirrel who mocks us as we suffer up the singletrack off the CT. usually i have to be way out there for the mocking to happen, not too happy to have bikes and people rolling thru their neighborhood. i prefer the work of the octopus, never the same color, always working to give the sky a new shade of indigo. today the fresh layer of snow must have chilled even him a bit because the sky was darker than it seemed in a few days, hiding the moon, letting only a few stars shine thru.