A slushy muddy mess on a midwinter bonus day.
The air is soft and early spring warm.
Birds call and deer pose helpfully along my path.
A mountain biker, with mud thickened tires, was cheerfully surrendering his quest as I squelched across the trailhead.
I had the path to myself for the rest of the afternoon. Past the outer edges though, there was still just enough crusty ice to create a walkable surface.
A Red Headed Woodpecker, chortling his irritation with me, soared from tree to tree, landing always on the side of a trunk opposite of the direction my camera.
A quiet bench overlooks the cold and sluggish river hopefully resting deeper in the eroded bank than it appears from above.
The skies are still clear, the breezes still warm, teasing the end of a winter that plans to come crashing back in two days.
Rambling ... 