This morning, as I did my warm-up stretch at Freedom Park in Prescott, overlooking the confluence of the Mississippi and St. Croix rivers, I heard the song of a Cardinal. He was in the upper most branch of the tree next to me. I looked at him, he looked at me, and then we went about our perspective actions. After I was done stretching, and riding away on my bike, I saw him fly off to another tree.
Later, after about 40 minutes of bike riding, I stopped at the side of a gravel road, in front of "The Rustic Garden" and along side a hay field. I was rewarded with a sea of yellow butterflies all lazily flapping themselves from bloom to bloom in the hay field.
At the end of my bike ride, I felt refreshed and invigorated, despite my having pushed myself to my best performance to date on Le Tour de Rook.
Later, after about 40 minutes of bike riding, I stopped at the side of a gravel road, in front of "The Rustic Garden" and along side a hay field. I was rewarded with a sea of yellow butterflies all lazily flapping themselves from bloom to bloom in the hay field.
At the end of my bike ride, I felt refreshed and invigorated, despite my having pushed myself to my best performance to date on Le Tour de Rook.
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