
Yesterday I went out on a bike ride. My normal route takes me on a dirt road that eventually leads near Aran's school. Usually I turn around when I get that far, but this time I kept going. An abandoned railroad track crosses the road, and when I got to that point, I saw the tracks were gone. The place where the tracks went into the woods showed a wide gravel trail instead. Huh.
I turned down it and followed. It was a wonderful shaded walk. (The gravel was too loose for riding and I was forced to ditch my bike.) The trail threaded through trees and past ponds and lakes and meadows. Dusk gathered, and up ahead of me I saw little forms bounding on the path. I thought they were raccoons, but when I got closer, I saw they were foxes, five of them. Littermates, I'm assuming. They were so cute! They dashed off when they caught sight of me.
Bullfrogs boomed in the ponds and fireflies winked in the trees. It was cool and relaxing, exactly like summer nights I remember from when I was little.
I'm going to take the boys down there.