Tiny Moments #159

Thunders storms have cleansed the air, leaving it freshly laundered and sharp to taste. Climbing towards home I ride through the luxurious depths of the Ashclyst forest, where the still dampened track spits mud on my legs and bicycle frame and unknown birds cackle in the hidden, endless depths of shadow.

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