From the first moment that K and I set foot out the door this morning, the woods felt magical. The snow glowed pink from the blossoming sunrise behind us. I pedaled hard to reach a look out point before the sun peeked over the eastern ridge. I made it!
Soon after sunrise, the sky turned cerulean blue.
Later, the Duo and I headed out for an evening hike. R found a deep patch of spring snow and wriggled with abandon. R's spirit inspires me.