It’s wintery quiet with pale slanting sunshine and trees huddled bare against the cold. The broken pavement trail drops into the river half way around the loop. The river swirls in, asserting its strength, while enterprising trail users have cut their own new path through the woods.
It’s pleasantly busy. Biker riders, children, couples, and dogs wander the trails well spaced and explore the brush. It’s feels almost normal, nice just to be outside, in a place that feels like safe space in the chaos of the world.
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