author of the oarsman
After The Storm
February 19, 2017

I rode my bike today up the trail, a day after a storm of storms passed through the area.

Trees were down and blocking the way, boulders had rolled to kiss and crush fences, and mud patches like frozen rivers hinted with swept debris at their former flowing fury.

I carried my bike around the boulders, climbed over trees,  and slipped through the mud.

My clothes were soaked and stained, but all it took, when I got home, was a few minutes of baking in the surprise afternoon sun for everything to dry and flake off, to return me to how I was.