This week and last the mornings were chilly. The air was always crisp under a bright, blue sky β a reminder of a winter that never was. Few trees have yet to bloom into purple and green blossoms along the river but one morning I snapped a photo of two naked trees that had yet to shed their winter wear. Biking during the spring season is a constant reminder of change. Everything and everyone changes every second of every day.
Trees sway in the wind
Naked few have yet to bloom
Winter says goodbye