You know a winter day in New York is mild if it doesn't seem cold after you've just spent a week in Florida.
So...How did we know they were muskrats? Well, in that marshy area by Willow Lake--really a dot to the dash that forms an aquatic exclamation point in Flushing Meadow Park--what other rodent-like creatures would we have seen? A sign at the entrance to the trail--where we exited--listed muskrats among the "wildlife" in the area.
So did Arielle, my Mercian Audax.
N.B.: I took the bike photo with my cell phone. Bill took all of the other photo in this post.
Today was such a day. Actually, I experienced a day or two in the Sunshine State that were even a bit chillier than today. For me, it was perfectly fine for riding.
And it was for Bill, too. What inspired us, aside from the sheer joy of being on our bikes, was the light of this day:
It wasn't only the clarity of the sky that so inspired us. Rather, it seemed that on every street, in every field, sunlight became the bricks, reeds and even the trees--all of them amber momentos of days, of seasons.
One way you know you're in a park in New York is if you see a rodent and you know it's not a rat or a squirrel. As we carried and pushed our bikes on a trail I'd ridden before, but was today submerged in mud and dotted with slates laid down as stepping stones, we saw rustles in the reeds. I never realized muskrats were so quick!
So...How did we know they were muskrats? Well, in that marshy area by Willow Lake--really a dot to the dash that forms an aquatic exclamation point in Flushing Meadow Park--what other rodent-like creatures would we have seen? A sign at the entrance to the trail--where we exited--listed muskrats among the "wildlife" in the area.
All of those creatures seemed to enjoy the light as much as we did.
So did Arielle, my Mercian Audax.
N.B.: I took the bike photo with my cell phone. Bill took all of the other photo in this post.
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