I often walk the bike path, hoping to avoid getting run over. The bikes whiz by like meteors with helmets. The greenery on either side must be a blur at that speed. What are these people thinking about as they fly through the landscape?
I keep to the edge, with the wild violets, garlic mustard and plantain, glossy from the rain. There is so much to see here. So many surprises. A patch of nopal cactus? Where did that come from?
It's nice being left behind.
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