|Day 10 of 31 at Two Writing Teachers!|
Several hours later, the warm wind carried the persistent chirps of redwing blackbirds over the soft whirr of our bicycle wheels. My lungs expanded to breathe big gulps of sweet, fresh sunshine as my legs rejoiced in the power of pedaling. Cattails danced in the breeze, framing Husband's sweet smile, and my parents' laughter drifted back to us over the golden dunes of the Metro Park grasslands.
Even though heaps of plowed snow occasionally blocked our path, they seemed more like distant memories than cautions that winter hasn't left us completely. While I know the darkness and harsh winds will return, I also know there will be more ripples of summer.