This morning at 6:35 it was 16 degrees F and cloudy with a stiff southerly breeze.
The streets were dusted With snow and also with salt. I rode carefully.
There was a south wind, But it blew bitterly cold From Meadowbrook Park.
My tracks were the first On the quiet, snowy path. Breathed familiar peace!
At McCulough Creek, up where it meets Davis Creek, there was partial ice.
Now my hands were cold. Was glad to see the wonders, But turned to go back.