Last Lap

I awakened this morning with a brain on hyperdrive ... I had just finished the last week of the term. My saturated brain couldn't focus, but wouldn't shut down either. As my friend Kris says, the synapses were misaligned and firing at random.

So I headed for Ontario Pathways -- down East Street, onto the trail, across County Road 4 till the trail crosses County Road 10 and then back again.

I was hoping to see some sign of spring, missing the most obvious one looming above my head. There were shadows (top photo), and shadows come when an object blocks the sunshine -- something New Yorkers see very little of in the winter, and less than usual this winter. I looked up and saw the big golden orb shooting rays onto ground still soaked from yesterday's drizzle.

I nearly walked past another. Crocuses had pushed through the ground in front of Sonnenburg Gardens (middle photo).

The last lap of winter sneaked in. Now very soon, just beyond the last curve, the finish line looms, and with it, a chance to get better acquainted with my new bike, a chance to run in the sun, a chance to hike waterfalls and hills and, maybe, a chance to kayak a stream or two.